The Underachievers - Different Worlds lyrics

[Verse 1] Structured like a rock, impenetrable like a cinderblock Imperialist we break down your whole nation Set up bigger shop He pulled out on a n***a But my k** rate made his weapon drop I walked away and told him that his neck would be a better shot Heard him pull the trigger “That’s a cold dead n***a” Moving pieces on the board My chess game k**er, Bobby Fischer Used to serve right out the building Smiling while the feds take pictures Birdman, rub my hands together Laughing ’cause they never get us, and they never did Like skimming through a book I’m dodging sentences They search us but the gunman had connects to get the weapon in Now where the CIA? They need to k** another president ‘Cause watching Donald Trump feel like a episode of wrestling “That’s a cold a** k**er” Yeah I know my n***a Michael Jackson grip a clip See me moonwalking with the Thriller “That’s a old a** k**er” Yeah I know my n***a I might print a couple b**hes dripped in gold just sipping liquor I don’t understand your lingo Need subtitles like a asian flick He try to swing I hit him with that Eddie Guerrero Tekken kick Sun inside my steps i change the weather when I’m walking in I had to cut that chick, that s** was good but she too talkative Sat me in the deposition room to prove my innocence They tried to make me talk but plead the fifth and smoked they cigarettes Told me get to snitching, no I’d never get to live again I told them get my lawyer and a copy of the testaments [Verse 2] Often I switch the other side like a (?) Caution, you do not wanna cross him He’s lost it Pick a chick like eenie-miney-mo She gon’ toss it Skinny n***a but I get up in her fix her posture Hitler vision only thorough n***as on my roster Yeah, I’m sinning But my conscience spirit keep me guarded I don’t get too caught up in the gimmicks Like these artists I just keep it pushing go the hardest Regardless Independent G’s, we get lit by any means Down a fifth of Hennessy Beat her kitten like a thief Ain’t no scrip’ for my disease When you resist it’s hard to breathe Hear your song that sh** was weak Mumble rappers can’t compete My pen elite, depend on me k** ’em faster while he sleep Gon’ need a pastor f**ing with me Gon’ see a casket f**ing with me Your sh** ain’t valid in the streets f** done happened to the game? This my ballad, no romantic You’ve been beautifully slain Told ma her beauty’s in her brain She hit the floor and did her thang I was brought up in the place Something I always had to feign Turn to Broly when I (?) OG catch me like some Saints Took a (?) And it’s been 2k on the safe Them new Ameri’s on the way My leather soft I feel like Wayne Like Lara Croft no empty tank I set it off like I’m the queen Bring your boss I’ll strip his rank Took some losses But we blossomed from the bottom where we came Different worlds we ain’t the same Lord