Menace Rodman - Lyrical Friction lyrics

[Verse 1: Slank] Yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo, yo... E.O.P Hotter than Christmas in the summer-time Some'll mutter rhymes too softly, Slank rhyme divine Get up off me Hide that n***a body like a tall tee, all we Came to do is dab, f**, smoke, bump Marley Me, give a f**? n***a hardly Roast the beef, like employees at an Arby's Cigar weed, still get twisted in an instant Mostly for aroma cause the shatter keep me lifted, consistent Which is, one variable That keep Slank and dopeness juxtaposed, uh Brush the foes off my clothes like snow Change states on the interstate, f** a toll I suppose, you know me as that young hash burner Teaming up with squads to murk like Nat Turner From 1831, onto the millennium, n***as unaware of the bullets in my tongue Which sprung from my mind-state, time takes minutes My lifespan decrease at the cease of each sentence These rap n***as, ain't tryna' battle in my current form My third eye, my third arm, prepare for the beat down Defeat clowns, steadily Slank left skeet in your b**h mouth allegedly? No doubt, we circumvent the whole south I'm knocking n***as down like an Ali bout What's a mouse to a rat trap? Clap that n***a Rhymes too large, I copped the backpack bigger Liquor and bookwork, herb and college You don't know enough math to count the mics I've demolished [Chorus: Slank] f** each and every other n***a tryna' compete We Enemies of that f** sh**, Mic Elites I'll probably slide in your main b**h, f** n***a f*ggot South Bend get cold lil' n***a bring a jacket f** each and every other n***a tryna' compete We Enemies of that f** sh**, Mic Elites I'll probably slide in your main b**h f** n***a f*ggot South Bend get cold lil' n***a wear a jacket [Verse 2: Slank] I hear this word on the wire, sound blasphemous 'Bout n***as tryna' come and out rap the prince? Man hold up f** that sh** I be grinding my n***a How many f**ing tapes... the goon n***as got All my homeboys, the dab addicts Everybody out here f**ing with me right now And then these random n***as wanna jump in the game And come and try and talk sh**, and bring up their sh** You know f** that bullsh** Y'all know who the f** it is, alright It's f**ing Slank, I be dabbin' You can contact Cholmes if you tryna' come with some Lyrical Friction, my n***a Cause we can quarrel, alright, we can quarrel It's like some, some straight up quarreling sh**, you don't even know You better believe that sh**, you know, E.O.P. sh** I told ya, I warned you on the other song, we stabbing n***as in 2014 So just be glad you got a couple months left, my n***a