Reese - Get Busier lyrics

First off, where my throne at? Call me your Majesty Y'all are some daiquiris, Voss is some cognac Don't act like you ain't heard I make words my bullets, look it, I ain't gotta tote gats It's a known fact, I'm rawer than butcher shops Use more brute force than a crooked cop Word to Amadu, do what I gotta do Start stompin' you like "who you tryna bring drama to?!?" Mama knew I was a problem When my saliva had pacifiers dissolvin' I ain't the one to test, paw Take a chill pill 'fore I make your grill my stress ball Yes y'all, I'll turn ya brains to sauce You sweet as candy and I'm breaking jaws, yeah The baddest muthaf**a that your ever came across Goes by the name of Voss, goddammit I... [Hook 8x] "Get busy y'all" [Reese] Lemme take a second now to preach to y'all Got a mindset deep in thought, it's a rhymefest Brand new project, pen and a pad Notebook, the spine crack when I'm bending it back I'm like Mayweather on the medicine bag A swift dip to the left then I send 'em a jab My mental capacity is so deep That I can touch bottom when I'm up sh**'s creek My sixteens and thirty two's will murder you, stone dead Everybody "sick" and they "fly", f** a bird flu What do germs do? Parasites That feed off of stereotypes, when you the stereo type And in the air of the night, I feel ghosts afloat Oh yeah...cold hearts is shivering, Mozart delivery Cla**ic material, top tier, imperial Something like a lyrical god, I know you fearin' me! [Hook 8x] [Voss and Reese] Who let the dogs off the leash? Call the police It's Voss and it's Reese, we the rawest with speech Y'all wanna beef with the filet Mignon? The prime cuts, rise up, get away, get gone! Best believe you dead wrong if you think you on the level we on A king to a pawn, I'm checkin' out ya mate I'm in tip-top shape, hip-hop's savior Talent by the layers till I'm grey in the face Stay in ya place! Slow ya role Young man with an older soul, turn ya career to a smoking hole Murk ya future, the perfect shooter Character a**a**in, each verse is a ruger I say off the wall sh** that'll burn ya medulla Your mind ain't right...when me and Voss write We the boss type, man we stay presidential Me and hip-hop is Facebook official b**h you know we get busy! [Hook 8x]