Jerome Chance - The Rapping of the Dead lyrics

Verse 1 [Jerome Chance] Spitting my lyrics my mind is the ammo Tongue is the trigger, my lungs are the barrels Out in the open, no camo, apparel, now nut up or shut up ain't singin' no carols, now gimme my twinkies I'm swinging like Harrels Son, guns are the way, my grey is an Ay-Kay Brain only sprays in the way that I say Say, Mike J. sway Thrill 'em and k** 'em, it's walking, I'm talking, I chill 'em and grill 'em, it's talking, I'm biting, I fill 'em and spill 'em Match in the ziplock: strike it, light it Blast from the lip, fast when I rip I'm-- Guiness in minutes diminish the sinister Try bite, night, night, finish, administered Talk ain't cheap, I say to survive While you eat free, she paid with her life Ungrateful, you get what you paid for Rebates, cheapskate, all that you're made for is all day shuffle Snuggle my muzzles, I give 'em the payload and Ell-Em-Eff-Ay-Oh Try an alliance to silence the violence Just in the Lich, witness your highness They eat fine when not enough said I speak my mind and let 'em eat lead You: drip, slump, walk, drunk, can't jump, skin shrunk, pump, uh, funk, jump, chest bump, pump, pump Hook [NuyoRiqueña] (NuyoRiqueña) No-one wants to bite on you (No-one wants) This rhyme life isn't right for you (to bite on you) And you rhyme weak and you sound slow (This rhyme life isn't) I think you need to readjust your flow (right for you) And no-one picks your brain (And you rhyme weak) You shouldn't even play this game (and you sound slow) Too afraid to go on k**ing sprees (I think you need to) You shouldn't be an emcee (readjust your flow) No-one wants to bite on you Rhyme life isn't right for you (No-one picks your brain) You rhyme weak and you sound slow (Shouldn't even) I think you need to readjust your flow (play this game) And no-one picks your brain (Too afraid to) Shouldn't even play this game (go on k**ing sprees) Too afraid to go on k**ing sprees (You shouldn't be) You shouldn't be an Em-See (an Em-See) Verse 2 [Jerome Chance] No, oh no, go slow - get mowed, bro My prose blows, so pros get no doze You flo' froze, yo' flow goes rojo Yak yak, pop, lock, stop, lock, dead drop, my-my-my head fly like jai lai They chewed Pac, and Biggie was juicy I'm digging profusely, no figuring loosely Live in the soil: I will try to foil you, broil you, you, and the crew, if they loyal, too Are you that tough, think I bluff, had a rough day? Beat-beat-beat, have you had enough, Dre? Foolish and ghoulish, you're drooling and mulish You're prey, did you pray, have you had enough, Jay? Hook [NuyoRiqueña] (NuyoRiqueña) No-one wants to bite on you (No-one wants) This rhyme life isn't right for you (to bite on you) And you rhyme weak and you sound slow (This rhyme life isn't) I think you need to readjust your flow (right for you) And no-one picks your brain (And you rhyme weak) You shouldn't even play this game (and you sound slow) Too afraid to go on k**ing sprees (I think you need to) You shouldn't be an emcee (readjust your flow) No-one wants to bite on you Rhyme life isn't right for you (No-one picks your brain) You rhyme weak and you sound slow (Shouldn't even) I think you need to readjust your flow (play this game) And no-one picks your brain (Too afraid to) Shouldn't even play this game (go on k**ing sprees) Too afraid to go on k**ing sprees (You shouldn't be) You shouldn't be an Em-See (an Em-See)