Ken Sport - The Preacher & The Angel lyrics

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid] “Brain shell and the Teacher”—that's what I quote Every time I'm coming through, high off Buddha smoke The truest folk know that Pyramid is in fluids, yoked Ayyo, The Preacher and The Angel revealing truth You like Triple 5 Soul clothes—only small cats be feeling you I roll with the big dogs that are four-vehicle-wheel stealing you On some JFK sh**, revealing truth Technical difficulties—[word to Apex Crew?] Instead of words, you cannot say, “No way, no how” What? I slap and scrap you, move through Yo, I'll grab you, move you Man, Pyramid doing voodoo for black magic Weed and alcohol a bad habit I gots to grab it, gots to have it Mango masala on my homie—you know me Mississippi pilgrims on the roti Marijuana crumbs in goatee No justice, no peace In these cold streets, we hold heat like Cochise Free stripes and ponies, free snipes and Olde E Might consume a breast Walking down the block with a puma as a pet Yo, an ill rapper that'll k** this And, no, you'll never see me with syphilis Rip the hits that your favorite rappers sing to, but so do I No fool when I get high, but sometimes Need to get bent Coming through, man. Weed in the tent See me in the forest, deplore this, explore this Man, I'm coming through, looking for Dora Two nice guys that only deal with raw hoes Masturbating at the award shows Holding my dick like a weirdo like, “Yo, MTV Raps Here's the whole earlobe." I've been doing this for too long So me and none of y'all quick rappers gonna get along I'll beat you with a belt and expose your thongs Going outside. It's too hot in the house Yo, I love this art but I got to move For today—shift if I can't get paid for another CD We the dirt soldiers. Let me out! The dirty soldiers, ugly No bath. Pay up No deodorant. Aiya! Ay! The dirt soldiers Yo, look out. I got no bath I ain't even wipe my a** Got the tissue. Better use a gat mask ‘Cause the cat took a dump and I ain't even move that Move that, move back I don't smell too good, man, do jack A little too much black bat But hey, man, my rap's fat You know it's on some script for the tat scam Moving nondescript like when I see ya dash, fam You know me, dirty on the surf, smell like Lear Ayyo, give you dap, wipe all my sweat on your new t-shirt We flirt with your girl on the busway See me hurt—on-the-mic ninja ‘Cause we here, smelling like Kenya And my shirts smell like hydro. You could probably smoke it Go ‘head, Fruit-of-the-Loom-toking Oh man, that sh** got me high, got me wide Got me asking why I'm here with you right now, doing this on the mic, man Yo, if I had not chose rap, I'd be outside, doing the stick Plotting some script Nowadays, I'm spitting while your chick's sniffing my dick I be working the 9 to 5 Hating life, debating why I'm living trife to myself Believe in God. See, it's odd Most people need a job to feel the Lord Ayyo, don't give me pound—I got thunder palms ‘Bout to wile out, shoot the D Train up after I shave my underarms Take a squat in my hands and give your pops barrel in his paw Yo, man. I will take a dump in your house, not clean the toilet bowl Invite your girl, tell her that the sh** is clogged Spitting odd. You gotta understand I'm a dirty ba*tard Known to come through with words, man, up the a** Ayyo, I will... I will make you buy my CD and pay you to buy it And then slap you with it Then sue me to pay you twice Gave you four copies And then sent you the invoice to your house Yo, I'll smoke a nickel 125th with a silver chain Holding a TEC to my brain like, “What? Who want it?” Don't nobody want to see me I wiled out, looking like the Board of Ouija Yo, I go to a bar, order three drinks and be like, “Hold up” My man got this CD from me [Interlude: C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid] Yo, man. High and dumb. Yo, wait for the album high and dumb. C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid. The homeless ba*tards. High and dumb. The Angel and The Preacher. Blended with drunk and stupid. About to surprise you. C-Rayz Walz didn't even come to the building tonight. Basically. Kids kidnapped and slashed you [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I will slap you moms and tell her “Jesus Christ is not gonna visit you if you don't show me your picture” I will slap you whole family With Gats with no bullets—the empty clips, yo Word up. You talk to me, B I will having you clipped to d**h with a Ghostface tape We'll piss in your ADATs, yo Need a crossover Yo, on some Stronghold animal, superficial script I move Tank W—my mics is cushion Watch this. S-s-stab you, grab you My freestyles, yo Rivers stray for categories, the streets sturdy the rocks for the shorties With boots to Berry Gordy with the hits that'll make ‘em naughty The kid sell cracks in the capsule, lyrical ha**les That'll blast you. Got it moving on the ma**holes I'm Walz, C-Rayz. [Evelyn?] and supernatural ha**le But watch out—them cops with snuggles out to blast you, rat you You ain't ready for the flow. I probably dicked your ho And came back on the super homicide with the clipper flow A pizza pasta, but watch out for those of wise guys Who wanna act like lobster, constantly drive a Mazda Six to six, the Rasta with the flus to fix On the new daily noose, tying the shoelaces with I used to be signed to Rawkus Now I'm on Def Jam with C-Rayz to make tomorrow's s**ers You only know me from the half That's why after I gave you a pound, five minutes later, I beat your a** I got you flipping on the scheme to flash Type to go to your house, grab the curtain and skeet the bra** Becoming your stereo. You heard me on some “Here we go” Me and Kane was at the Dinero Show I had the big Cuban Link and DJ Polo was drinking I asked this h*mo thug, “Yo, what the f** you thinking?” Soiling Houston with boosting Put his brains in the upside-down lanes of vertical protrusion ‘Cause this hip hop sh** is prostitution That's why I sell my own music—to be seduced in the game Introducing my name, we'll take a sh** and my quip drip The [banner get washed?] that made the pennies rip The John Forté scenario When he went to Rikers Island and couldn't handle the cameo role It's wasn't a flick from aweso to super ballzo To C-Rayz Walz with [?] and [?] I'm half Japanese—winner train to scrap a knee Thinking it was freestyles the way I'm writing these I don't spit for y'all. I'd rather scratch my balls Put your girl with the ash-hole and tell her, “It's popcorn” These brown tissue stains is famous, written with the railers Puncture all your DJs and players with the stainless A broken microphone is spitting long I'll smack my b**h up any time you flip or write them savage songs The truth is a lot and anybody shoot the Glock Acting like me with your friends—that's when you lose the top And the b**hes burn. But watch when these b**hes learn If you're coming from Breast Stuy, you got a Brownsville bird And we ain't doing karate with the body We probably acting like a Monte Carly with the life of the party Pyramid was pissing on your lawn When your girl was in the house, eating soybean, licking his thong Me and the wack MCs don't get along Angel and The Preacher. “We need at least 15 G's”—that's the other song And that's just the EP. Better release me Or have me on the concourse with the f**ing squeegees Here, we ducking the heebie-jeebies, f**ing the easy Acting like on drunk on the porch, sipping the Easy Jeezy Ayyo, Polo, my man, acting like he getting down Flipping with the hit and the sound to make your body float I complicate in the studio Telling cops, “You don't know me from the next James Bond movie role” This cold ice double-0 7 n***as went back to hell like, “Yo, what the f**? I know the reverend” I let The Preacher talk. It came back to bleach us, walk With a half a step on these sheets where my sick erasers talk But now they ate a block I got it ate enough to say your face and cops probably n***as that slayed Pac The same b**h n***as that's fighting as J Foxx I got the green for me—your jit trade bite marks A samurai on the villa Vampires with [?] cats and rap stealers My man scratching the records on the [?] Better watch out—as it flip, he feel [Verse 3: 4th Pyramid] I'm spitting this song ‘cause so many suppress the energy That keep me strong. When they hear it, they befriending me Man with the specs stand with a hex Ready to unleash it. But it's all peace, kid I'm more like the sh** shattered—pick up the pieces f** the chit chatter. What I spit matter—it releases All types of tension All I ask for is a slight bit of mention Five different races, six billion faces sh** still amazes. Life is just a stage It's never over The war is on—tell a soldier I'm still writing Tell the people, “Chill,” when they fighting Bring it backs in the trap. Hold me back Control the wack every time I'm coming through Man, you don't know how I be spitting rap Forgiving cats that want to combat Now my TEC's back, deep boots Sugar-coated sk**s, lost intellect on a track—got a sweet tooth One-man army known to regroup When I see troops, you can't harm me Stuck in a desert with three loops nonchalantly In a truck with three leopards living calmly Away from bad vibes If I don't know, I ask tribes Girls pa** by, laugh-cry emotion Coasting, Vogan, wondering if I'll ever be in a yacht, smoking On the ocean, sipping Guinness We rip and live with b**hes—this is how I do, ma'am My hits is delicious I'll be the frizznatic. 4th Pyramid Man from the North, the man that you'll be fearing, kid Won the track. Homeless ba*tard, a character Artists stuck in one dimension, I'm telling ya You need to go back to the old school Control fools who want to hold j**els [?] The Pyramid's spelling how the j**els is gone Now you a fool that's trying to diss my song? It's all love. It's all gravy. It's all chill I'm The Preacher—maybe. You should sit down and try and have a conversation Let go of that ego Me and C-Rayz in the crib for a week. We flow Trees blaze, the hair grow Of course 4th Pyramid coming through like a scarecrow I'm filthy, ain't based in three days But I don't give a Occum—I'm recording ish with C-Rayz [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] Any plans of deodorant is far-fetched My beard looking like a Russian carpet Call talknicians and car tar missing When I spit bars, New York listen, has tall vision Conan core disclaimer sketched out Petrol when I drain out, move through Van Exel, Knick slam '88 Laker traitor Knick fan What's going on? My man, this is the bar mitzvah Make the crowd throw they hands up in the air and hum “Hilter” Asthmatic slave with a pump run the odor, blood donor Ghostface k**ahwatted. This is sonar Blue jeans, cologne, Versace bouton Liquid disclaimer flipping on the phone Yo, shorty off the cellphone, hooking the bean rack. Page occur Watch out. You just made your word Underground player, I disable flavor, word? But I ain't kissing no a**. Me no question Give you the same answer: I told the last Pair of A&R they fake I say, “Get off of my meat. You can't hold the tape” We hold the weight of the world, control the Weight of your girl, boning her on a scale What, you think these harpoons will ever lonely or fail? Stronghold. What you telling me? Toxic wealth Angel and The Preacher. These is real—we ain't fronting. Y'all heard me We said, “We ba*tards, homeless and dirty” I sleep on the floor before I lay on the gra** And I'll let your girl kiss my dick before I kiss your a** Pissing fast liquid nitrogen—you better dash ‘Cause these piss is alcohol razor blades. Cool fool, use your ‘stache Your j**els ain't strong enough And, obviously, your rope chain ain't long enough ‘Cause if it was suddenness, you better set it with me You'd do better rocking with L and Busy Bee Easily dissing the C-R-to-the-A-Y-Z To get paralyzed from the body up Stuck in the lobby, plugged Tell ‘em why they gotta they wipe bu*t on the potty before they get up [Verse 5: 4th Pyramid] Ayyo, smoking that male-female hybrid Always sleep with at least one open eyelid Most of y'all cats that joke don't really know where I live Not upward—at the left. All I really bump is my sh** Man, I'm coming through with that “One, two” sh** that make you go back to the boom bap Come through, check my catalog, tell me if a tune's wack I build my honesty, not greed and drop these Of course, man. I'm knock-kneed The skinny cat. I got weed in my pocket Most of the time, man, we be smoking that chocolate Haze amazing. Come through and blaze for days You don't understand I'm crazed with rage, man And this be The Preacher, the teacher Hi, how you doing, man? Yo, it was really good to meet ya I'm on 89.7 Our 9s call the number: 212 854 Pyramid the ill live wire rhyme war 447 See The Preacher, the reverend Call me on Cloud 3, man I spit quietly [Verse 6: C-Rayz Walz] Ayyo, this is Flip Philips (What?) But I'll Mary Mariah And k** a Kennedy Spread fire to a Freddie Foxxx If the mic wasn't real hot k** a cameo of purges with Cool Joe Break the ceiling with Carmen Sandiego You know this is hot, Dante I'll be banging booties with Beyoncé Demonstrations in the park with DMX Will have me wearing Eckos with Etch A Sketch Y'all better forget about these fathering fathers Who could get to MCs like father ‘Til the ladies don't love me no more I'll be plucking parables Puffy pumping your who*e You going on and sure flow fast Looking at seafoods with lollipops with low fat Y'all cats is Siamese simpletons Smack y'all and break your dentures then [Verse 7: C-Rayz Walz and 4th Pyramid] If I had candy, you'd get no PEZ Most of y'all hoes look red, rashed, wretched I'm not coming through with that perplexion You just don't have a brain to hear me Believe me, I'm coming through, man. You got to hear me Flow on... Ayyo, how much of an idiot am I? We are not even caged in this sh** I need to be slapped with my own dick Huge stupidity, man I'm on the move, away to Italy And get the f** away from you Oh sh**. I should k** you dumb ba*tards We're not even taping (Yeah we are) Yo, I'll blow my face off But we are taping You get picked up with brains in the basement Like me and Freddy Krueger and Jason and Damian is racing Looking for Jason ‘Cause we heard we was on the block on Halloween, freebasing Well, Redman and Method Man were speed-tasting In the clouds, where Brutus [be the father of?] Beefcake-basing At the same time, Cher was being stingy to my amazement Strange as Flip Philips (What's up?) 4th Pyramid. Yo, we had to dip dibble On some dirty ba*tard sh** Walk on the ground with my socks off—you gotta peep this Let your feet breathe. These sneakers is chemical Holding your bung, it's not gonna breathe. It's sumbliminal The beat Flexology, techniques of Tae Bo Sire, I'm nice. I'll spit on your Kundalini fire Piss on your fourth chakra, smack the seventh k** you on the first day, reresurrect you on the eleventh I'm Walz, a rich man who brings beards to peasants I don't even share no more—I just disappear with my lessons I sh** when it's convenient, fart when it's not Blow up the spot like Arabian twat What's going on? Y'all cats better save me a lot To start off, we could get it off with a dingy plot The shame will be a low, down and dirty one f** a keyboard—you know I'm still stuck on QWERTY, son