Vanderslice - Kung Jew lyrics

[Verse 1: Jon Murdock] Andre Iguodala, weed and powder, peep the power Snipe you from the light tower, lyrical mic hour To bird brains, my words James Bond to lames Graffiti write and miss the gla**, straight bomb the trains Call it exquisite, call it the mystic pallor, who is it? Knock, knock, who's there? Drawin' the biscuit Sniper shot, pipework, the lone gunman Patrón guzzlin' The phone's buzzin', Joane's husband kept the chrome buckin' Bruce Willis in the boat off the bridge, throwin' somethin' A rug this time but the k**er's his own cousin Diabetic, sugar down, boogie down Bronx I'ma set it, took the sound, look around, watch Rhyming fetish shook the clown, crooked smile ox Looking down, look, he's down, your rookie style stops Reverse and rewind him, style tight like a condom is Who the f** you know rhyme like this? The verbal magnum Trojan horse, lifestyles of the rich and famous Ran from the cops, stepped in mud and he ditched his Asics He spitting basics like math and subtraction We're like Algebra, silencer, blastin' the Gatlin' Dipped in the back where Ben was snortin' Watching American History X, Edward Norton Snitches get bucked, put Feds in coffins It's the Flying Dutchmen, seize men for talkin', motherf**ers [Verse 2: Lex Starwind] Hard body sh**, stone and granite, roam the planet In the zone I landed can't control the panic, flow is damaged Foul weather therapy, rhythm hit him, Eric B God bless the dead, he's buried and gone, just let him be It's the Dutchmen, baby, crush mics crazy My tongue touch torch mics for frostbite babies Ice age era, with a nice chain, fella Back pocket wallet raped for your safe, take cheddar Straight setup, Italiano job like Seth Green Mini coupe to your roof, splash your wet dream Turn into a nightmare, parsecs three of my light years Travel space-time with rhymes but still I'm right here Mine, the TEC mine, detect matter, detect money No technical technicality taking sh** from me Just take the ticket to back where the f** you came from Outlaw Star by far, I'm still the same one Only a bit different, still spit sickenin' When I perfect plex your rep, the next step is to pin him One, two, three countdown, out on the campus Drink two or three stouts then I'm out doing dance steps Got your b**h backing it up and percolatin' Off a half a Percocet, she jerkin', I'm squirtin' later I'm workin' it, certain flavor, Triple Ated the majors When I knock 'em out the park 'cause my hits are the greatest