Kid Vishis - Heat to the Streets lyrics

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm illa rhyme spitter I am like an arms dealer I sell heat to the streets n***a C'mon Shine til I'm blind n***a Dime getter I sell heat to the streets n***a [Royce] It's like n***a hate and we line up All of them in one place And we give them standing ovations And I don't mean like Rihanna I mean, squeezin' that llama Dumb rappin', gun clappin', knee deep in that drama Bakin' like a salon(a) I'mma Fight 'em like I'm in 'Nam(a) Night 'em like a pajama Bite him like a piranha Hok, spit on ya Honor [Kid Vishis] Kurt Cobain, suicidal You got the nerve of Nirvana Bullets touch men and women Just as quick as Madonna Little n***a I'll do to ya momma What the KKK wanna do to Obama I just need one K I'm a repeat blocka Tear up your whole block [Royce Da 5'9"] The drum hold a hundred hot ones I'mma 5 comma 9 apostrophe a** n***a Spaz happy Slash colostomy bag giver [Kid Vishis] Slash the a** kicker Slash the last lyrical a** n***a Imperial swag C'mon [Hook] [Royce Da 5'9"] n***a know they don't want it with me I'm the gas mask To n***as that's runnin' on E High as a wavy neighbor I want my just due, two mules and 80 acres Lady Day to stretch her p**y out like baby labor The beefs embedded in me, I got fillet behavior I got the A.R.-itis [Kid Vishis] Pop, shady flavor I got gravy paper That means I'm on top That gun co*ked is goin' down like Yung Joc I'm the 80's savior You want doe, I be the baker Cakes up, I oven haters I'm who made ya I'm Kobe Bryant Who care about the rest of you Lakers? Infiltrate the truth and expose what's left [Royce Da 5'9"] We the best haters Put you on respirators Put money on your head and up it like an escalator Page full of rhymes I'm about to lay the paper I do the labor, Keno do the day to day stuff [Hook]