Scram Jones - Liquid Heat lyrics

(Sample from Mobb Deep:Shook Ones Pt. II) What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it Dear Eliza, I need an easy wad of trees and a lighter To complete my cypher, keys to a Viper would be even nicer When I drop sh** you MC's be the diaper Think you got game? Well I'm Immortal Tech the street fighter I'm repped a rotten apple while you reside for sweet cider Stay low key like b minor, shine so much you need a visor My rolls got no seeds like a Kaiser, leave you blazed and stuff Fried up like Cajun duck, wondering if life is fate or luck I play like a needle in a groove and just lay in the cut Pretend the mics my Nikes when I kick sh** I lace it up Raise it up, so you get extra clean your set of ears When I'm bentley off nestle and beers, spit my game on Chelsea piers Always got fresh gear, staying da lovely While your just an oxymoron, cause your a** is real fake but pretty ugly While I'm sipping bubbly getting suded up, lighting cheba Got my stripes of zebras, my ice to freezers, breaking mic receivers I slice like cleavers, puffing bogies while I go for birdie Try to become a vegetarian whos heart has stopped cold turkey I was thirsty for the ice so I got the frozen slurrpe Blowing joe a hersey till the co*k of rolls burns me What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it While you pull stunts like Jackie Chan, I pull blunts from Amsterdam Get stuck off half a gram, chocolate rack of lamb, sipping black and tan With the master plan a cop and sack of clam Jam up in the caravan let my lungs play the backwards fan And s** it deeper, you cats stay sweet like candy yam Cause these streets creep with more pigs than ten cans of spam My head got more raps than Arabs in Pakistan So put your money stack by your yap, if you want to battle Scram Get your partner Sed White, who wet mics Get you stuck like red lights, while you ball I'm hitting the next strike At the bar earning my red stripes Blacking out like driving at night with broken headlights or if Con Air strikes Getting high like mens kite, scheming on the next heist Cause when you got no cheese like a red slice, just try to get shiested Play a broken freezer and sweat ice, so I throw dice like rice or wet and nice Ans shoot the thrice like Lar Rhice and Brett Price I got a funky, funky rhyme like Greg Nice So when I write I get so much blood on my pencils I turn em into lead pipes Your megabytes of websites, snatch the play from Wes Snipes He'll make the dead fight, come back in the next life as pet mice And catch the next flight or get it hard like Reggie White I'll shine fluorescent bright, rep or write, watch me bench the mic I made a right on red, before jake read a right, my curve Andy Pendic liked Why your wack a** stinks like you forget to wipe I'm the type to get loose of heaven and still stay hella tight I twist bliss and let the sets ignite Why you envy my ell cause its the rebel tight, blazed omega spice You guys can't touch me like a set of dykes, You weak like seven nights Playing high post when your pad of heights, I'm in your hair like xalice Can't sleep on me on my bed of spikes, played it back like exum bikes What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it I s** on ell's mitt like baby s**ing swell tits One block from shells spit and every shop sells nix Well heavens hot and hells brick and dogs are quick to get in cats fights Trying to cop a fast slice, some cash plus the black ice Leave you in the dark with a solar powered flashlight And on the night of St. Pats, I running smoke shops and bagpipes When loose I sell mad tight, left my future in my past life And if I'm pushing my disheveled legs might have to tax bikes I run on stage and jack mics, split you dome when I spit poems Like clips from the chrome, right through your chest like silicon Scram jiggy Jones quick to roll up while you rocking sleeves Coping trees while your coping pleas, I got this on lock, plus I swallow keys I co*k and squeeze for blocks of cheese, leave your pockets broke Ox to the throat, you'll be a**ed out like you dropped the soap Try rock my boat, now you wanna hop a float, be friends with Scram Hang you overboard by your ankles like you was doing a deep sea keg stand Well I kick a def jam like Red Man, blacking out like X-Clan My rhymes make you feel funny like giving a pound with your left hand I'll be the best man, bagging broads with the bad guys While out in the streets like when an armored truck crashes and all the cash flies He's a backwards guy, first to get baptized by Rabbi Drunk slash high, why cry step it up and give you a last try What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it What kid you talk a good one, but you don't want it