King Tech - I Wish You Would lyrics

[Intro] Sway and King Tech Bringin it back to basics Mic sk**s You know what I'm sayin 2005 Keepin it live Can-I-Bus, Chino XL, and Royce Da 5'9" [Royce Da 5'9"] The cold shoulder holdin' the frozen boulder of ice Chosen type to the poor polisher Just let go of my foes sh** let go of they mics Just let go of they souls before the 4-4 At night you wanna send them you higher in the sky When god meant you to fly 'til Christ blows over The Farrakhan and the most soldiers the headliner The show close and the doors close the shows over The pope spoke and potently the marijuana The coast to coast coke leaf the dope beats So close to the pope he can show Moses No competin is no for the poor closer My whole M-O-Ps M-O mister simple M-O-B N-O-T ya N-O I been on Leno don' diss don' hit the throne My head's growin The crown don't fit (don't fit, don't fit, don't fit) [Hook] I wish you would (Not beef it'll never settle) I wish you would (You never know who's got the heavy metal) I wish you would (Violate minds put holes in your riddle) I wish you would (Get the knocked the f** out) [Canibus] I carry n***as like a brute with a screw face Carryin a suitcase with his picture in today's newspaper To pay the cops to make cargo drops I wish you would talk sh** about me on the wrong block Get a high performance shot on the spot Soon as you park the drop Give a f** if you a star or not The General of Hip Hop ordered you to stand down n***a Don't let me hafta beat you up with your fans around n***a f** who you roll with ya mans a clown n***a A couple quick snapshots you outta the picture Put you on the A-list Ya faceless a**a**in looks like Ghostface before 36 Chambers Hang around gorillas ya fragrance becomes apish Behavior modi'cation I slap you when you say sh** Pull ya pipe out we could go there too You get blasted with a most hair crew In your head and your j**els Plus ya back and ya chest to be cruel If I say don't run and you do I'm dumpin you fool The moonlight blessed me The vibes direct me You might be better than me but not directly Perfect rap muscles public enemy half a double Do the math I'm a cla**ic rebel I wish you would try to dance with the devil I'll wet you with petrol Chop ya arms off hand you a shovel Never stare at you keep it professional Hit you with a hand full of metal You be face down when I bury you After that I wish somebody would try to remember you I k** you on the mic that's the simpleness, simple truth (truth, truth, truth) [Hook] [Chino XL] Imagine a world without Chino XL bein' illest No one raps landlord murderin all my tenants Hurdling over an image harmonicas by Bruce Willis Avoidin women like monica them types that try to k** us I don't write verses, I write controverses Harder than controllin Anthony Anderson's s**ual urges You nervous at my foul ability to smile while k**in off ya family child by child Mutual respect it's wild cats like KRS in Miami Music's my apprentice Donald Trump couldn't fire me Any sticky drama beef physically I'mma strike back Vin Diesel was like Chino n***a how'd ya arms get like that I sit back simplify the style (monumental) Cuz n***as keep missing the point like a broken pencil Street education I slip it in like white boys who Think they down Threw the word n***a inside their conversation Back of cryogenic hibernation The lyrical Benicio del Toro up for your Oscar consideration Not a adjulation they show my battle raps on cinemax To open ya eyes I drive a cadillac through ya cataracts I'm raw like Puerto Rican birth control after sippin' rum Got 99 problems but a verse ain't one Since 14 been in the street of my own Don't cry for me like Evita Peron Find my mind iller than Nina Simone Backpedalin like Sly Stallone on a 10 speed Smokin weed in a world where everybody's against me See I'm more than famous The public school system plans cla** trips to my Projects to watch me twist the language I'm dangerous as swarms of locusts wanted with n***as that's broke as Handcuffin soldiers that sold for some dotal emotions I notice ya cd for 99 cent what Blank cds a dollar fifty you make more from shut the f** up (the f** up, the f** up)