Kid Vishis - I'ma Let You Tell It lyrics

[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] But I'mma let you tell it And you can ask me who's the illest around But I'mma let you tell it Yeah, I can probably tell you my opinion on that But I'mma let you tell it Don't ask me, "Who the illest MC?" I'mma let you tell it [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] It ain't rocket science, I know you ain't co*k no iron I know who you run behind if them shots is flyin' I know who the crime, the crook, the lolly gag sets The rhymes, the book, the hookers who probably have s** The kinds, the shook ones, the pawns the rook And how the lines would look, if I'm hooked to a polygraph test Call me papi, the best, the answer to the solution To the problem in hip hop, you copy the test I'm the co*kiest catch, you a throw You the treat at the end of my hook, you the eaten You a ho, you seem to be 'bout losing There seem to be parts of my style, lingerin' in your bowel movement I took the courage and built my own company I own somethin' that's why I purchased the silk tie This is words to live by, watch your words Cause words trigger the trigger herbs get k**ed by Shut up it's two shooters, bet I can give you a tip Get a new whip and set up a new j**eler Get wet up this .2 2 will, light up your head And exit your lip and swell up your soup coolers All your teams involved in things That enter in your body and end all your dreams Enter in your shoulder, exit out your a** Hittin' every organ like a pinball machine [Hook] [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] Vishis in this b**h With something that will melt you like Dorothy did the witch You backtalk, n***a, and gats spark, n***a Bust shots at your bike, make them catwalk, n***a We ain't stingy, we will let you have it Guns drawn on command like Inspector Gadget Boom! They call me the Kid but I don't play You don't know me so me and T.I. feel the same way Blat! ASAP, fire melt into your wave cap Push your hairline back, give you the George Jefferson Learn your lesson, try to test and get aggressive Smith & Wessons at your chest will make a mess and leave your vest Whole fleet hold heat, trusty O.G Go before he blow you lonely Two 4's chromy, not rims, homie Loud sound, light's out like James Toney Maroon goons with rifles, boom boom your idol [?] will fight you, dude will bite you Mike Tyson trifling, fighting lives with knives Despite a license, we're riding with 9's The kid with no nonsense, we're riding for mines The team for no nonsense, we ride or die Eyes, red, I'm high, [?] I'm fly, wise guy, why ask why we live, mister Nice guy with wives, I'd pipe your bride Many tried, none survived their crime Call it drama, whole armada's the problem All bearing revolvers, click and your clique's stalling Yes y'all, involved in what you call arson Spit fire contents, meat market your carca** Trying to creep, put them where the crocodiles sleep Guns don't co*k, we just let the fully automatic heat Boom! [Hook]