Mr. Porter - Above The Law (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Kid Vishis & Claret Jai] Yes Last of the Spitters The poor stays poor, the rich get richer It'll be here on eight-nine (it's just so disproportionate) That's next month On the ninth Ha, go get that You b**h! [Hook: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate That's why I don't give a sh** The poor stay poor, the rich get richer It's just so disproportionate (let's go!) You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!) That's why I would rather show you (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it Every rule, I'm breakin' it [Verse 1: Kid Vishis] Aww, sick em, go 'head dumb out I come to your crib, you'll get drug out Bullets even graze, snatch ya' plug out I'm going through a phase, call it "dumbout" So play and the AK'll spray a hunnid straight out, bring your drum out Right miss you with the missile Yo, your b**h shoot the dick like a gift And the balls like mistletoe It's Vishis, walkin' your chicken's crib Your b**h open up her mouth on my command, though I am no dentist From the city, I'm tough Listen to your CD, your rhymes s** Made you think it was sweet, give you a mindf** Like Diddy trying to get to the greet My words is enough of a weapon to k** a beat At your door mask in a bag, knockin' like "trick or treat" Off the ground where I'm a lift his feet When the pound hit his cheek, victory Leave you on the ground, spittin' out yo' teeth k** him in the middle of the road since you so street [Hook: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate That's why I don't give a sh** (Get em' up) The poor stay poor, the rich get richer It's just so disproportionate (let's go!) You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!) That's why I would rather show you (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it (Yeah) Every rule, I'm breakin' it [Verse 2: Kid Vishis] Yeah, f** him on me one time Call yo' wife and tell her "you not comin' home" Like Richie after s** with Sunshine I put you two balls in the corner pocket then shoot the two ball at your crotch Then beat you with the sock and cue ball, it's true y'all I never been the one to cook crap Yeah, I'm hung over but I'm a one man wolf pack I'm about that, you just about rap I know you want the cheese but you won't but get some motherf**in' mousetrap Take the heaven the battler Yeah, I'm home alone with my toys, do robbers worse than Kevin McCallister Hand callus from can cappin' the cannon at ya' canister f**, a career's worse than bad managers Don't be the first guy who I'll make stare into the barrel of an eagle and give you a bird's eye view You can't upset who can punch you in the chest and break ya' heart Have ya' feelin' like your main b**h left you [Hook: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis] Sometimes life seems so unfortunate (awww, hahaha) That's why I don't give a sh** (Get em' up) The poor stay poor, the rich get richer It's just so disproportionate (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go) You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!) That's why I would rather show you (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it Every rule, I'm breakin' it [Outro: Kid Vishis] Sick 'em!