Torae - Double eXXecution lyrics

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Torae - Double eXXecution lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, real murder and sh** Double execution What the f** y'all n***as wanna do? [Torae] If you ain't never been to a funeral, you just pa**ed the welcome mat Wish you would of met Pac, I can help with that This retarded, chinstrap, real helmet rap Everybody got bodies, never held a gat How you melt the wax, you call me, doe Then bring in Juxxman in the track by M.P., doe This ain't brokeback n***a, this is so crack Can I get a soul clap? (Bum! Bum!) Ole! [Ruste Juxx] Pop goes my blowzac, blowing, your show's whack n***as at the front door demanding they dough back f** is this perpetrator, I'm poking his ribs up Got my little homies with me, yolkin' his kids up It's a fact I put my hood on the map You a b**h boy, never put the hood in your rap I'mma blast the eight, hockey mash the face Then I take it to Supreme Court and smash the case [Hook] It goes skets, burners, hammers, ratchets Beats, rhymes, hip hop cla**ics Lava, venom, only one solution To bring forth the double execution [Ruste Juxx] Yo, Vic Vicious, I murder mics maliciously Big booty, delicious b**hes, p**y in stitches I be gun-drummin' ‘em, gunnin' your body down But they don't want to a barrel so we muffle the shotty sound Meat loaf your grill, Swiss cheese your back No lettuce and tomatoes, I turn ‘em to Big Macs With a young veteran, Polo the beat master Ruste Juxx be that Brooklyn beat-basher [Torae] Heat-flasher, I'm co*kin' the chrome I lied, you walk farther, red dot to your dome Ratchet by the radiator, make you hot in your home Had your eye on the wrong n***a, you was watchin' the throne We was in the borough of Brooklyn, just rockin' the flow Choppin' it slow for those that just want to cop it and go Brand new shaft to your dome, only resolution Double hommies, double the bodies, and double execution [Hook] [Ruste Juxx] Ruste Juxx, who the f** go harder? Respect your elders, I might be your father Light years behind me biting the dust I'm at the finish line rollin' up, lightin' the Dutch [Torae] Lifeline, writin' my clutch, hangin' in the balance Get smart you get smacked, intellectual valance Learn the lesson to get a lecture in talons The Brooklyn bullsh**, Crown Heights to Allen [Ruste Juxx] These n***as be wylin', poppin' off the lip Till I hang ‘em upside down, drop ‘em off a cliff Sweet box knock you out, the win Wake your a** up and knock you back out again [Torae] Then black out again, bring the gats out again Chop your body up and stuff you in the black ottoman Bark louder than this thing that you bite So by morning your mom's mourning, but now it's goodnight [Hook] [Outro] That motherf**er thought it was a game? Ruste Juxx n***a Torae, MP