Thaddeus Dixon - Violations lyrics

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Thaddeus Dixon - Violations lyrics

[Produced by Thaddeus Dixon] [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] Heed the battle call, check the catalog Flow so crazy it's adderall with the padded walls More twisted turns in the body that's on the baddest broad These cattle call 'rappers' is weak, my honor matter more Your whole style stiffer than mannequins you see at a store You mannequins are Chante & Kenny, I mean the Latter more No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son [Verse 2: Raekwon] You want Nigerian money, see me in Qatar drunk Waving the K, I can't fake the funk Blessed with the belts, flying in the stealth Jewelry on the neck, diamonds in the Cheals You know I wrestle with pawns, getting my money, we gone The automatic laying player, we Dons You can't see us, the new phenoms, I like the Benz zeons Split your wig like I got three arms I need a fiancé, at least a Beyoncé I know my vision beyond some other sh** I'm just as meaty as moms I'm supposed to be on, the greenery gone I'm still the king of the drama Put the Ruger down your throat, eat my Johnson n***a [Bridge: Talib Kweli] Way they all in their feelings, what's wrong with n***as Forgetting silence is still a response The way the blood paint the wall you can tell he really an artist I get it like Whitey Bulger 'til rapture, dearly departed [Hook: Raekwon & Talib Kweli] x2 We gon' Lex in, my n***a These are blessings, my n***a Keep stressing, my n***a Don't stress, little n***a Eat a clip, little n***a n***as trip, little n***a Violations we gon' flip, little n***a [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] It's the champion flow, the Jordan, LeBron and Kobe The Obi Wan Kenobi, of getting that guap-a-mole We touring overseas, got her fanning out like a Dakota I'm trying to get the check, I'm Martina Navratilova Catch me at the races, gateway at Saratoga They trying to place my face cause we mobbing, we taking over My n***as keep it pure while you cut with the baking soda These rappers be stretching the truth like they taking yoga Couch potatoes, now they made us into a vegetable culture A result of division like it's a decimal quotient Do the math, my n***a, do the math You'd never settle for less than the whole if you knew the half [Verse 4: Raekwon] Rough as alligator skin getting crazy grip I'm so amazing with words I make a baby spit Resting in Tibet, wild with the Gillette Giraffe long goose on, my boots is [?] Pocket full of coins, producers on set n***as with the coupes is on next The losers gon' step, the users gon' check We choosing our ninjas, the Jews is on deck Refuse, that's a debt, pool with the steps Everybody see us, the tools is all TECs Anything come through we school, wan' bet? f** you gon' tell us? He knew we on next [Bridge 2: Talib Kweli] They wanna act like they know me, you don't know me n***a You got the baby boy hustle, you a Jody n***a You wanna swim with the sharks, I'm Chief Brody k**in' Get your jaw tapped this is raw rap, come on, yeah [Hook] x2