Money Making Jam Boys - Toca Tuesday Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Yo, read the morning paper, kiss my baby girl Tell my lady I'm gone, until I save the world Jump in a hot rod wheel, looking super thorough Rocking a long black cape like the Duke of Earl My cool don't drop, I bring forth a future twirl Smash gla** in my hands, then produce a pearl I do the James' on stage, the Big L, the [j...?] Ya'll know I'm bona fied live, I'm too for real So the truth prevail, it never fail Ask me the key to blazing a trail, I never tell Like the digits on the check in the mail, I give them hell With the clever rhymes in the squad, situated well yo The money making jam boys' throwing elbows You want to holler, you could do the rebel yell yo I'm not concerned, when will ya'll learn Truck North, yell these n***as, it's the grand return [Verse 2: Truck North] Staring out my window, blowing out some endo I am legend, n***as kneel like Lorenzo In this race that I have led, like a pencil Seen a [?] [?] grace, [l..?] the tempo But me, I couldn't be nicer if I wanted to Higher if I wanted to, add another 'W' Let's have a round of applause, just because Cause' I'm so fly, I'm thirty seconds to Mars He's so retard, I go so retard I'm treated like a Czar, way sicker than ya'll I'm way off the brain, I maintain the game North side understand, [p...?] the f**ing [f...?] Hold up, man of the year, the flow of the decade Surprised like I kicked in his door with four K's Which one, pick one --they all going to spray I gave you ample time, pimpin' [now the...] [m...?] [for days?] I get the crown from the king, and the p**y from the queens The money from the jacks, the ace of all schemes [Ten of us holding?] 9's, on the corner, selling eighths Hello and goodbye from north side the great A man like the one before you would never kneel Stay letting motherf**ers have it like Goodwill What's the deal, fashions so f**ed up dog The ugly sh** cost the most, I ain't rich enough to look that poor Quick on the draw, your mural on the wall And ya'll n***as out of style like ya' still eat pork Pop corks on the nightly, haters wanna fight me Cause' their girls wanna take me to the 'tel and bite me Spike Lee, do the right thing or you might be Up sh**s creek without paddle, oh well [Verse 3: Dice Raw] Yo, they call me mister make it happen, mister make the ladies breathe hard They get down on their knees, like they see god People think I love money, but you know I never did I used to dress real bummy when I was a kid White lady on the plane, she said, you look nice Thanks, but what the f** a n***a 'posed to look like But I got an idea, my thoughts are very clear The same as [minds?] when I'm staring at a derrière One track routed, there's no way around it My heads in the stars, there's no way I'm grounded My heads in the nosebleed seats by the bleachers Them clown n***as over there giving me the creepers Let off the heat-seekers as fast as Derek Jeter Send them all to St Peters, make them all deep sleepers Byron Crawford says I carry weed for one of rap's elitist Then go back to his real job, stuffing them panitas Yo, I live everyday like I hit the sweepstakes So don't compare me to none of those cheapskates Black label, Clark Gable, crocodile briefcase Got them old white guys looking screw face But they can tell when to stop looking in Raw's face Cause' I look at them like Scarface My grandma, used to clean toilets everyday. and her heart aches But she ain't raise a dummy, I'm a jack-of-all-trades And the games, I've all played and I ain't talking about the ones in the arcade I [let?] them all spray, sinnin' but I think we've all strayed Away from the shepherd, chasing the cheddar Still what could be better, they told me it's heaven But I ain't believe them, so I'm labeled as a heathen I die for a dollar, only live for the weekend You get one life, so I dive in the deep end [Verse 4: P.O.R.N.] See, some people think I'm an a**hole Cause' I would tell Eve she could bite on the apple I'm waiting at the light, while she wait at the chapel Cause' I'm with a chick with some double 'D' naturals See, I take a nice a** before I take nice girls Especially if they like weed the way that they like girls Before I see [a gate?] in the skies with the white pearls I'd rather spend a night in the 'tel with a white girl Trippin' off the best of the best in the best [room?] While my man, Gee's gettin' head in the next room I play a dirty game, see the world as a rec room She might get a broke heart, might get a flesh wound Cause' I'm a evil genius when it comes to this dumb sh** So half of the time I'mma keep it one hundred [So?] don't play chicken when I'm out of my [rum fix?] [Might get hit?] in your wing or your drum stick See, I'm living in sin, I'm cynical Call me a dick, cause' I [don't ride on] no genitals Might get the itch, but I don't need Benadryl I need that work, but I don't do interviews I do hi-jacks, [juxs?], and [jam jobs?] Watch where you step, every block is a land mind There's an old connect, but I don't mean land line I mean that knack that used to ride with my man [?] Back from the west coast, pounds of the best [dro?] Have you in a pool of [your dudes on the dress d...?] Now put that with the egg with the red yolk And make bangers that bang until they neck broke I woke up this morning with a hella hangover And some mommy looking at me like I motherf**in' owe her Don't remember her name, or the buill sh** I told her She looking for the change [?] [?] in the sofa The only thing on me, knock a n***a out his laundry Knock him back on his donkey, I'm in love with a junkie That's in love with an addict, addicted to the p**y Believe me, I trade her for a bag of weed cookies Or a good piece of hash, or a young piece of a** [Put?] me in the mickey, if it gets me a titty I'm coo-coo for Coco Puffs, [before?] I was old enough To load it up, hold it up --[I?] crack a n***a coconut Showing up to cla** late, half awake --half baked Hot [teach?] got me fiending for a hot ['T'?] [Hopeless?] ferocious, doubling my doses Voices in my head, make it so hard to focus Please, if you see the reaper on your travels I got an ounce of super-natural Now tell him, we can smoke We can joke, we can bang a little dope Ever verse, every quote is a suicide note God damn, [?] [?] [?] mmm mm [?] [man?] Must be out my [?] [?] [?] [Verse 5: Black Thought] Yo, I'm kinda on the hot side Wylin' out, while people put me in their top five Alive or not live I'm so ahead of my time, I'm counter clockwise They say I got an ego that match my co*k size I'm from a city called Philly where the shots fly I'm with them rock stars that cause the rock slide I'm at a mach five, you at a stop sign And the wind just like carbon monoxide Well look at me, I'm in the place to be We basically, them people that you hate to see I stay awake, cause' I feel it ain't safe to sleep The taste maker waiting until they get a taste of Riq' When I stop, snap the picture --that's black the ripper The Money Making Jam Boys, hip hop flippers Just a hustler, trying to get my cake and eat Word up, I'm in the place to be Hold up, I told ya'll give thanks and praise to the most high This twenty-one gun salute, get your [toast?] high You thinking of testing the truth, gets your hopes high You going to wind up getting f**ed, like a choke job I'm on the throne, keep the microphone close by Case I got to touch something like Tone Toca And I could do it on my own like Oprah But I'd rather do it with the pack, like Chopra Me and my [trooper] team, reppin' the two-fifteen Pull up in something European looking super clean That silly shorty ain't my love, n***a, Billy Jean Ya'll know we roll up on the scene, and it's a philly theme Been getting cream since when [E?] was in [gille?] [jeans?] I'm still supreme, spilling things --power healing things My lady, she the illest queen from the Philippines I'm a [?] [?], hold your applause --[k**a' screams?] I came in on a champagne wish, and [dilla dreams?] I'm just controlling my rage against the machine A rock and a hard place, they got me in-between And when it comes to this mic, I'm still a fiend What it mean, I'm steady microphone fiendin' --look I'm in the wrong place for the wrong reasons, and Sharing the spotlight with my demons, is The renaissance man, black all seasons --look In photos posing with my own omens, and I never chose this live, but it was chosen --it's Nothing to fear, besides fear and loathing, look I'm on a job from open time to closing --who The underrated, underdog with the upper hand The lead singer, front man for the contraband Easy to find like firearms in Pakistan Black's the best, there shall be none after him To hell and back again, target practicing Laughing at these emcees that's just rapperin Until ya'll can stand for something like an acronym Instead of spitting your rhymes, I'm just slapping them