Illastrate - Top of the 9th (Feat. blctxt contxt) lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm from that city of change Where there's plenty to gain And people come from all around just to get in the game You could roll snake eyes Soon as they lift the plane Like Sam Jackson, dodging all the venomous fangs To sit from the swell, are we living in hell? The way the cops be using hammers We resembling nails They got, tons for the trade Rules of the gage We hope the father gave wings to those throne from slave ships Born from slipknots, I pray I do not slip Traders outside, stab backs, [?] Like, a disc-jock payed under the techniques To rock real hip-hop on a hot list [?] I shot the sheriff and the deputy I hold the key, call me Clef like a refugee The reason she quote what he wrote Is 'cause he keep it C note Style is well groomed But never did I elope That's why I'm unbridle Still got a honeymoon But I never lay with witches that be jumpin' off of brooms That's of mess-coda, I think that spells doom Already pulled yo card, it said "Get well soon" I don't how she get past, I'm making chess moves The artist formally known as Dex in Tex too Respect too [Hook] Aww my lawd They don't quite make 'em like this anymore 1, 2, 3 to the 4 Head when you see the Walking Dead at your door I know you want in, but I can't let ya in Odds slimmer than Barbie, some zombies are eatin' Ken We ain't talkin' 'bout toys These boys became men Top of the 9th inning The beginning of the end [Verse 2 - blctxt contxt] It's the, Top of the 9th from the home of the Braves Working cla** music and we ain't no slaves Comin' in from the cold Just like the bushman say Shinin' down on you hoes with the light god gave We lay real spiels, smokin' keel, Bill in the back Slammin' doors Bumpin' Eddy Cole tracks It's facts, it's science n***as know my alliance Don't give a single solitary f** about compliance To a trend, here's the beginning to your end When we the start the revolution All you b**hes gonna squeal Truest revolution cause the picture painted trill Shawty gotta put a [?] Right to home base Boot in my hand Celebrating with ya means and molly my man Fans rush from the stands 'Cause we hit a home-run East point's greatest hit Southside's favorite son I'm out n***a [Hook] Aww my lawd They don't quite make 'em like this anymore 1, 2, 3 to the 4 Head when you see the Walking Dead at your door I know you want in, but I can't let ya in Odds slimmer than Barbie, some zombies are eatin' Ken We ain't talkin' 'bout toys These boys became men Top of the 9th inning The beginning of the end [Verse 3] No camoflauge, body guards, entourage But if ever you want a trip I send you bon voyage I confess, I'm often choosing life or d**h Maybe one day I'll run this JuJu and I can't be psycho less Exercise a demon when I be entoxicated They're like P90X The crowd be doin' plyometric reps Some n***a's steppin' fetch I be on runnin' shootin' Like Steward Ave. where we used to practice hoops Make 'em jump around like Pain in the house The way we put it down They wonder how we came from the South You know that stereotype Of what my area's like But they should pallbearers, how we carry it out Then burry the mic's f** nice, I'm very polite Like "after you" "how do you do" and "have a goodnight" I'm on [?], I show you what that cannon be like Don't flash a plasma before my eyes Like a camera light, aight [Hook] 2x Aww my lawd They don't quite make 'em like this anymore 1, 2, 3 to the 4 Head when you see the Walking Dead at your door I know you want in, but I can't let ya in Odds slimmer than Barbie, some zombies are eatin' Ken We ain't talkin' 'bout toys These boys became men Top of the 9th inning The beginning of the end