Navagnaes & ZENSEI - Mercenary lyrics

[Verse 1] [ZENSEI] Born with more edge than barbershops Style sweet like lollipops Even in my sleep I keep my third eye wide, triceraclops I'm running game, track meet You on your heels, flat feet Try to stick with me you'll catch a body or a rap sheet [navagnaes] Find me in the studio with Ryan on a fast beat Or riding with your wifey sixty-nining in the backseat Haha, 'cause she's faster than an athlete Likes to run around with the Boys from the Backstreet Chicka-chicka-check Don't worry about your girl, though She couldn't handle my dick in s** Sixty-minute Rex, hit it in a tinted Lex Right now I'm hot as a lit packet of cigarettes Fame's kinda like a vagina 'cause I'll be in it next Written checks, women in linen that look like figurettes (you have three hundred and sixty texts) Where did the years go? We let time pa** Smoking hydroponic watermelon pine gra** With a thick chick, nice face, fine a** Seeing clear though, through a wine gla** Let the beer flow, we don't hear though Ears closed like the zippers on the dime bags All the ways we accumulated finance Disappeared slow, in the blinking of eyelash What a cash flow, letting bags go Digging up shoe boxes with a backhoe Smoking Cubans, call me Castro If I'm a maniac, ZENSEI is a wacko We spit and cut through this sh** like an X-ACTO Spic and span, like Big Pun with no Fat Joe Bright future, eyes wide as a crack hoe Two different minds alike, micro and macro See 'em, and tell me that you wouldn't wanna be 'em Inside a 535 certified BM What other kind of situation would you rather be in In a GM, in the back of a packed Colosseum? From the PM to the AM and the AM to the PM Creating enough art to hold a stake in a museum Making good music (G.O.O.D. Music), getting out our dreams ZENSEI and navagnaes in this Oasis like Noel and Liam You're all so far from our level that you could snipe me 'cause we're so close to the top that we could sight-see All of you little b**hes could be my wifey The greatest, everyone is gonna hate us, most likely [ZENSEI] I call your girlfriend Keira, because I hit it Knightley And I hit it rightly, she always wanna write me Try and indict me, but I dodge the charge Still I'm at large, me and my dreams [are] too big Like the belly on Homer or the hair on Marge Bart since the start, thrive as the cla** clown But heavy is the head that's wearing that crown Yes be impressed, I become the best jester I ace all the tests, but screw around all semester [Chorus] [ZENSEI] (We're coming, we're coming, we're coming We're coming for you, look out We're coming, we're coming Now what you gon' do? Look out We're coming, we're coming We're coming for you, look out We're coming,we're coming Now what you gon' do?) [navagnaes] You don't really wanna f** with us But we're about to come for you Like the b**hes that are under us Just gettin' in one more screw This isn't f**ing Wanderlust But you're about to see us coming for you 'cause I think we still got one in us In other words, we got one more to do [Verse 2] [ZENSEI] Sk** set straight scandalous, nobody can handle us This sh** is your life's work, to me this is light work (navagnaes: unlike those selling souls for the right twerk) If she's looking for a dickhead, I might be the right jerk You're dust in the wind, I'm destined to win Man hasn't been this close to God since the original sin I'm the alpha, omega, where it ends and begins [navagnaes] Walking out of a bodega with some lesbian friends And lubricators, two that look alike better be twins Who are my neighbors, the crooked life everyone lives When they get famous, rocking twenty-seven inch rims And carry Tasers, never sleeping ever again Outrageous thoughts are so cold, they give me brain freeze Ghostwriter at heart, I'm whiter than f**ing plain tees Life is a b**h (right?), I'd like her to be my main squeeze [It's] nice to be rich, when I picture that sh** I say "cheese" But there's competition for Porsche Cabriolet keys And sipping wine outside in a Napa Valley estate breeze That life is so kickin' a**, it should ask ("name please") Look around, it's like you're spittin' raps? (oh my God) samesies (Kiss my a**) Get the f** out of my lane (please) I'm fin to flash you, that's pull my nuts out, ladies Home run, done, in the dugout, babies Come out, what a f**ing bug out, '80s Strung out, and spill a bunch a guts out, Brady's Drugged out, welcome to the clubhouse, take these Play these songs for a day then get the f** out You won't see a diamond if you struck out But you'll never be viscous inside if you ever stuck out I'm doing that with Gwen Stefani, not even one Doubt All of these ("It's Serani")s with green lucked out Had a nice time with you quacks, but imma duck out [Chorus] [Outro: ZENSEI] Not a teacher, but hang around and I'll school ya Leave you more lost than the Triangle, Bermuda With all these lines that will straight crossover your medulla Pick-up basketball in Hawaii, hoopin' hula And if it's hard to picture it, I'll draw you a diagram Listen man, keep your beef in the kitchen pan Marry me and have a Little Lamb, going H.A.M Like that rapper from Chicago porking a Kardashian (navagnaes: If they've gone black) Then they're going back again