DJ Shadow - Count and Estimate lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, kick that gangsta sh**, c'mon You got to kick that gangsta sh**, c'mon You got to kick that gangsta sh**, c'mon You got to kick that gangsta sh** What, what, what, what Fingers in the flavor (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] It's funny here my burners are burners like incense My new to this, true to this, but writing with pen since I was a s**m cell, I hope you learn well That the cream of rap is rising, other rappers burning well Burn in helllafied flurries of syllables, juries was finding me guilty of k**ing emcees So after I enter ya, know I'ma injure ya, rolling like a ma** of villainous Gs G-I-F-T, see I left the, s**ers in confusion 'cuz I'm strong like Hefty Bags or the f*gs and the hags, I'ma drag 'til the pig get to whipping til you wave the white flag Dag nabbit, who framed Roger? And sample more bounce 'til I'm played like a Dodgers' home game From here to Rome sing, whole thang, I be hearing all the vinyl and it makes me moan "Dang" Come get a slice of this, so rap's on the tight sh** Fight, get sent for words when I get my pipe lit I pick up the ba** like litter on my lawn Your girl plays a hooker role, hit her and I'm gone In a hurry, bury, any thought you ever had Of slaying the Gift of Gab, I be making them jump like the mack dab Calculate the sum, or add it up in your head But uh, (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (About 100 or more) (f** that, you and your bullsh** crew) (f** that) (About 100 or more) (f** that, you and your bullsh** crew) (f** that) (About 100 or more) (f** that, you and your bullsh** crew) (f** that) (About 100 or more) (f** that, bullseye, dead) [Outro: Gift of Gab] Yo, yeah, it's like this y'all Solesides in the house Blackalicious, DJ Shadow, Asia Born And we hitting you with stuff you ain't never expected from the left To all the s**ers get rejected And we out (This was a goddamn slaughter) (This was a goddamn slaughter) (This was a goddamn slaughter) (This was a goddamn slaughter) (Goddamn slaughter) (Next thing you know you're being buried and planted)