Elite - The Watchmen lyrics

[Verse 1: Cambatta] Another posse cut I'm the co*ky f** That no one knows that f**ed, the roster up Then you spark a blunt & hear a God amongst Men-nonite (Men or Knight), Christ on cross with a pen to write My ink blood, I'm penning life ‘til I'm heaven's height Do CID, And dream a dream so lucid I'll travel back in time before you lived Threaten your father a day before shooting you in And make him f** your mom to my music, like ‘Batta's that new sh** I'm opposite Newton, I'm Scottie on Ewing My shottie so spoiled, B-B-BRAT! I'm shooting Fornicate a lot, I'll record a rape and watch While freebasing a quarter eight of rock, I'm stupid Recognize patterns mind, Seven times Saturn wide 1/1 suicides, genocide, recognize I forever shine so bright, that I'm wrecking eyes Your retina's blind like Helen's eyes (Smoke!) I'm sitting on the porch with my sociopathic a** Liquor by the quart, and a O of that Cali gra** This sh** is like a fort, I'm a soldier that battles tracks Not a sacrificial lamb of that battle in Iran I ain't chattel, I am cam The lower case version Still smoking dro, even though I ain't working f** a vote ballot, I'm stuck in my home rapping ‘Till the flow is so dope I give Oprah a coke habit [Verse 2: Styles P.] You f**ing with the reaper mothaf**a I slice ya face like it was pizza mothaf**a .44 Magnum decease a mothaf**a Put'em on a t-shirt, rest in peace the mothaf**a Faces on a mural, I fry'em quicker than a churro Carve my name in his chest like Zorro It ain't a Z it's a P though I'm a shooter like Türkoğlu, Hedo (heater) Throwing up the D sign looking like a 3 though Throwing up the B sign looking like a 3 though 6 n***as dead souls float by the weed smoke I ain't the n***a you try to act like a G-Folk All these rappers on this hardcore sh** I ain't the n***a to play Hardball with Yeah I was pitching, but it was never on the mound I grab the strap and lay whoever on the ground Handcuffs, duct tape, never make a sound Your brain is fragile like it never take a round It goes BLAP! then lights out Headcrack, no dice out Your man was talking hardcore sh**, broke right out Night brings the wolves out, And wolves bring the knifes out The sh** go like that, my handgun is a who*e ‘cause she blow like that [Verse 3: Nino Bless] Unleash the beast from inside I'm DMT for you writers This is as easy as a target 3-feet from a sniper Like, here's why you won't see me on TV After I spit, they said he's a alien, I'd B(e), ET of the cypher I, can't be defeated despite the media's vices I'm a tyrant spliced with Jesus & Leonidas' features I just, seem so righteous My soul's in flight like Vegeta It's the “Takeover” fueling Nas while I'm writing this “Ether” That god-sent type, archetype I bark and bite, I'm that Marquez right, TAKE HEED My marketing hype, bars, don't try to hate, please Look, ya wanna hear Bless so bad that you'll fake sneeze Lately, this Ape's on a track rape spree Taking me out's like trying to get DMX on a Drake Beat Speaking of Drake, here's some sh** for the ladies To my ex: I hope she's bit by a pit with some rabies Just kidding I'm gravy, Bless is fulfilled inside With will survived, I built and thrived & still arrived Feel the rise of the realest I, will come thru ill advised while you bumping Kendrick, and k** ya vibe (b**h!) Can't clone me, a wolf in the land of the lamb, homie f** ya whole team up, I'm D'Antoni Got plans homie, I want a crib next to Regis But I'll still stay ghetto like selling Swedish Fish during Freakniq [Verse 4: Crooked I] I'm on that Long Beach G-sh** I'm on that “f** all of my teachers who said I would never be sh**,” Look at me now, I am THE sh** I keep a pistol that'll hit you in the stomach and make you pee sh** Rap's future, the last goon Been a strap shooter, since Brand Nubian's Grand Puba was that dude Man I clap rugers, and I'm Zab Judah with jab moves I'm that stupid, to jack-move you in a bathroom Like a mad looter (Luda), from Vancouver to Cancun, My mac chew your food Man I'm cool on the stab wounds Them other boys shank you No you can't outrun bullets, but I'd rather catch up to you And Point-Blank you Introduce the ketchup (catch up) to you That Heinz dripping, tell your life it ain't no more Rollies, ya time's ticking I just k**ed the biggest prick in the world Now this n***a's hitting this girl with the biggest dick in the world Hitting her till she fixing to earl, no lick in her pearl She all about, co*k and nuts like mixing a chick and a squirrel HaHa, Welcome to Mi Vida Loca The Reverend said I'll see Heaven when Hell freezes over I told him bury me in my Jesus Piece The ice is cold enough to freeze Haiti I'm guaranteed to see Jehovah Homie, I couldn't write Slaughterhouse without my therapist And tell Sarah Palin that I pal around with terrorists