King Just - The Outfit LP lyrics

[Dyverse the First] Aiyo, make room for the ace boon coon, who stay tuned That felt, f** what they doing, cuz they belt hold they pants up Not mine, my grind's unphantomable, the actual bullet in my spine I'm a radical but have a good time, out rhymes, out magical lines To over shadow and shatter you, I'm back from the future I'm souped up, and super It's Big Worm Entertainment, and that's what's up, ain't it? Fall back dog, my heart so rag, it look pain and that You know Dyverse, I make you famous, just aim and pa** Move vibes like Adam Crate in pow, I'm a novelist With marvelous novels that's empowering the novices I go so hard with this, the Children of the Corn Wanna feast on my harvest til it's gone, and god will let The foul keep following, and swallow when it's done Understand my wisdom, and aknowledge it, clown [Rahsaan] Introducing the ice man, f** you, I'm nice, man Chopping off your fingers, if you grab for the mics, fam Shorten your life span, raising my right hand Obey my rap thirst, the flow is a Sprite can I'm ill like the Philip man, how I can just k** a man See? I dumped your b**h cuz she's just still a fan Spit game to a head spin like a ceiling fan Oobidy, woobidiy, we call that a k**a cam Hah, I spread my swagger like mustard Try to tell a n***a I'm the wrong one to f** with s**er MC's, you can keep rhyming breezy It's a job, make something this hard look easy [Lounge Lo] The word on the street is hip hop is dead How it got hit in it's hip, and then shot in the leg And I'm from New York City, I ain't got no bread Tell Flex to stop fronting, man, and rock what I said Gorilla Hill, all day, baldies and dreads It's a must do, when you dirt, man, you know the ledge My O-U-T fit nice on, my mic's on Shut the power, I need no lights on Hear the beat, snapping his finger, you know I grind and linger I'm in the hood, got no time for hingers Beez Mode with a ease flow, curse with Dyverse f** with Ill Phil, then you gon' die first [Shyheim] I'm a trap star, running through dirt, like track stars Cause so many cases, that's how I learned the law My word is all I got, Shy, I'm like a dictionary Can't wait til I'm sh** with the six, pistol ready In the Chevy, can better you, my lap pushing Wishing a n***a would in this hood, try to eat what I'm cooking When I flame over the stove, put in extra hours I put your name on the head stone with a boquet of flowers, coward Give respect, get respect, sh** ain't complicated Disrespect, get hit with "techs", like Boot Camp made it Smif N Wess, a special, I invest you into d**h What you mean, what I mean, why you got paid like rent [Dr. Ama] Rap's like ABCs, and H2V, L-R-G and H-C-G's S.I.C., your ace we squeeze It's papes, we need, erase these keys Too much in the p's? We seeing scrape knees That's gangsta, best believe, certified G's On top of the game, no shame in it Soft top in the range, you dame in it Just Satan for the souls he stole, now I want hell You run tell, yelling my name, cuz my guns yell The sun frail, beat ya honey buns pale, moisterize the face With that gun jail, unvail The Outfit [The Last American B-Boy] I'm jump inside this beat like it's J.Lo's a** Cutting cla**, f** the teacher b**h, and give me a pa** Never left, The Last American, beat ya then dash Grab a shorty, pack a forty, n***a, give me the bra** I be going for the cash, so don't even ask Super flow, rhymes a go, yes, the best atlast Don't make me laugh, your rhymes a joke When I'm rich, I'mma rhyme like I'm broke Take a low Ferry boat, like soldier, n***as is dead With a flow, that got Noah get tools out the shed If ya heard what he said, then ya saying he's nice Scared of God, like pork fried rice, now get it right, n***a [Phil Anastasia] Mr. Phil Anastasia, who wanna fight? With me against the industry, in the heat of the night Recite with one voice, enough noise, Staten's back forever Never to be forsaken, or to be taken light Pa** the mic, I lift the barriers to carry the torch Resource with vocab, the kid's savvy when he talks N.Y. native, with more innovative thoughts Then a God damn renaissance man, of source Walk the walk, every dog has his pain in courts Incarcerated scarfaces, watch the cases get tossed Forks in the road, no telling, how many I crossed Write my own destiny, and move with heavier corps Never take the easy route, I'm never taking a loss My face, they either make it big, or take it by force Who's the boss? Tony Maseli's coming up short And of course, I rep The Outfit from out of New York [King Just] Yo, lights, camera, action, you're on Clear out the way for Mr. Choke Armstrong King Kong been locked up like Akon Kiss the ring, sit on the throne, he the last don My Outfit sick, from my crown to my kicks Got a doorag flow that's as bad as my b**h Got a slim goodie hoodie, with slacks, I still boogie My father named Album, my friend Al Doogie I'm icing, my white tee, and you ain't gotta like me They like Just do it, and I ain't talking Nike I'm an addict with a fabric, you f*ggot It's The Outfit, your raps speak, come wit it, then not have it