Murs - ...Two... lyrics

[Verse 1: Anacron] This sh** is sick, nasty, hella ugly, close to grody I'm only the bony brother to boldly box up your homies You know me I, wanna f** Kobe Tai She so fly If we meet I hope she like black guys That got hot creole blood in their veins And a strain of DNA To play a role in BMA Likable dude, Im reciting a few lines To remind fools in due time They'll get chewed up and spit out like recyclable food [Verse 2: Himself] Every time I leave the crib I get hara**ed by the cops Waiting for a richer stop, walking fast up the block Strolling past women who like to show their a** a lot Everybody has a gla** of something because its hot It's summer in the city baby t's and short skirts 100 degrees, fools taking off their T-shirts I'm trying to sell CDs while these fools work Netherworlds hustling, n***a, 'till it hurts [Murs] A mic strung upside down for a left handed genius Actually, I'm right handed but ? is the cleanest Netherworlds eclipse the rap game, I know you had to see us Sweetest sh** up out the hive, I know you drones wanna be us This buzz that we created to make y'all some true believers Call us three wise men, this album baby Jesus Please believe us