Slaughterhouse - Illmind Interlude lyrics

[Crooked I:] Mmm, I don't even know what to say man I'ma... I'ma go Miles Davis, a lot of improvisation man I'ma let the music talk to me, I'ma talk back though Let my words bounce off the ba**line Bounce back to my thought process, I mean I'm just I'm just tryin to uhh, keep up with Illmind right now Yo Just man, you could delete all this sh** I'm just warmin it up for my brothers right now My three brothers, House Gang for life, woooo [Crooked I:] If you can't stand the heat, better creep out the kitchen This music's so therapeutic, it could be our religion If I am my own problem, then I am my own solution We buildin a +Gla** House+ so you can see how we livin Hold up, turn the beat down and listen I was predicted to be convicted, catchin them beatdowns in prison by prison guards cause f**, authority figures minority n***az be livin hard Tell me how to see out your vision, when you limit ours You'll only wanna see in the struggle But I got (bands in my duffle, band-bands in my duffle) Yeah, you can ask the Slaughters, I don't mess with you rappers Matter of fact our third album is a message to rappers! My n***a we let you breathe - now all of them accolades from ratchet b**hes and f*ggots in this rappin business is over, it's back to the business of gangsta rappin that I'm mixin with this backpack, spittin with a Rat Pack clique of n***az, you best believe You p**y, period, I bet you bleed A fake n***a that listen to snakes n***a, I bet you Eve Meanwhile I'm on my +Django+ with my field n***az +12 Years a Slave+, this industry tryna k** n***az Even if they noose me, I die hangin with some real n***az And all my nephews are in my +Will+ like Uncle Phil, n***a! I'm really co*ky - but that's on the low like Makaveli's intro when it sound like somebody said "Suge shot me" [Joell Ortiz:] I shot the sh** with the n***az who shot sh** up, welcome to my hood papi Where every night's a movie, but never a good copy I sat on granny couch, amped about what I'm ramblin 'bout When the amp blew out I made beats with my hands and mouth, the man of the house so early, little odd though with the curly, blow out runnin behind the girlys My n***a Jigs nicknamed me a dopeboy, I do miss him so derrly Just Blaze, I just blazed one up Boy I'm headed to mobile Monday, I hope yo' .45's ain't dirty Don't need them b**hes skippin, I know I'm skippin around but f** it Cause I could still bust it with random thoughts, you gotta love it Ay Crook you my brother, Royce you my brother, Joe you my brother Four different fathers, four different mothers But raised by the culture, bet we was hangin the same poster Starin at Lil' Kim with her legs open Rewindin the Nas verse, blastin some Hov' Dancin to Biggie, trippin off Canibus flow Don't act like Cano wasn't a savage, you know But back to my squad, everyone rappin is pro Yeah Marshall Mathers my bro, hey Catfish it's a go The magic of 2.0 just gettin started I'm confused because this healthy mindset made our album retarded I'm just playin with words, yeah they pay me for that The stages of rap, ask these promoters, these places is packed Just k**in time 'til that album drop Slow it down, I dissed you, I said it's k**in time when that album drop