Statik Selektah - Sam Jack lyrics

[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Sample]: "What good is a castle way high on hill?" [Intro: XV] Yeah. Whoooo! You a motherf**er Statik! And I'm a bad motherf**er. Don't play this for the kids I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking Have a good time motherf**er That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action What it look like motherf**er? [Verse 1: XV] It look like Marcellus Wallace when I'm standing on my wallet Up in mo hoes but I never went to college Polish my flow, dropping sh**, colonic Just me and my dawg, Wallace & Gromit Detonating bombs and more are set, Alanis You ought to know I'm bought to blow, isn't it Ironic? In the past I was the future like Johnny Mnemonic And I did it through computers, guess I Troned it Then (Ever)ything was Clear, gin and tonic I want Halle/Halley, not Berry, the Comet I guess until then I'm cool with an ill comic Till Statik brings some chronic and the Philharmonic And my sh**'s still knocking, deep as Uncle Phil's pockets Shoot for the stars with every bar, cause I really rocket And I earned it well As for they careers? They deserve to die and I hope they burn in Hell! Like [Hook:] Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking Have a good time motherf**er That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action What it look like motherf**er? I'm feeling like Samuel L. Jackson, time to get it cracking Have a good time motherf**er That's that Samuel L. Jackson, time for some action Say "What" again motherf**er [Verse 2: Jon Connor] Come up out the throne n***a that's my seat Imma son you n***as, how about I get you a hot seat and a f**ing Hi-C? Or a Varsity Blue City Club, that be the posse Attitude, f** it, yeah the flow a little raunchy Body everything, this another one in counting A dog on these beats, like Statik said he had a bounty This the Tyson fight, my punches knock 'em out by round three They boy fresh to d**h, like they drown me in Downy I be dropping hot sh** Fly Samuel L. Jackson, I can see the Snakes in the co*kpit Watch this Yeah, f** the world, that's the only thing my co*k fit Hot flow, key to my success, watch me lock sh** Naw I ain't stopping, y'all gonna probably need a locksmith Show up to your doorstep like it's dead n***a storage Y'all seeing what I'm doing when you got to k** every motherf**er in the room Except no substitute [Hook:] [Verse Three] [The Kid Daytona]: Inside model hoes to neck wreckage Contracts on they throats, they get reckless Wings and rice, extra soy sauce and ketchup A Bronx n***a like Boy George, avoid laws and fresh as f** Eight balls Rack 'em up Her thirst level, Dirt Devil how she vacuum'ed up the product My n***a trust this logic Train hoes to champions, Cus D'amato Clutch the Bible, still call me father Even out in the D.R., drowns in the aqua Open the room do', suite look like Tel E Mundo Game show, I play hoes, my n***a you know Ha Go ahead while we get a spoonful If you don't know what it is, just a**ume so I hit the town like a brown skin Lou Ferrigno The black superhero Sam L. sh** [Hook:] [Outro]: I am sick of these motherf**ing rappers in this motherf**ing game!