[Verse 1: Meech] Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3 Dwayne Carter With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Papa Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley Throw em' all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get And imagine that like a figment I'm a walking talking enigma Something you never figure I am like Randy Savage on acid That's very vibrant and classic A walking disaster hazard to any rapper This rapping we underground killas' But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling This guru spit voodoo yes I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts She swallowing all my children (Ha!) Rack in my mouth teeth made of gold I'm sucking the areolas my nigga the best of both Double entendre And if they auctioning niggas then I'm the top product What am I saying they used to auction our forefathers Where is my mind shit I can't find it Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana How is he so niggerish yet so enlightened It can't be possible he living anything he rhyming I feel like we entered the game at remarkable timing
[Hook: Juice] Broke niggas only make jokes niggas I made more than I can fit in this quote niggas Quote nigga, we the hope nigga Flatbush Zombie muthafucka, we the hope nigga Hope Nigga, hope Nigga Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga Hope Nigga, hope Nigga Flatbush Zombie muthafucka we the hope nigga
[Verse 2: Erick] I assemble sentences so I can reap the benefits And I never see my nemesis but I'm working on my penmanship I counted many blessings, stressing women, nothing less of winning If I'm talking shit, shit man I'm only kidding Sitting on the sphere, Earth is spinning, persevere 2012 is here still a different kind of fear It's material and I ain't talkin fashion Believe in what you want cause no one knows to seem what happens Ya bastards Since I smoked the cohiba, I'm evil Zombies be competition, six feet deep beneath your people Only illegal amounts of the medicine'll get you in a bind I already got your heart, girl I wanna fuck your mind But since I came, developed my name, the author oughta slap you hard I never drop the acid, bruh I'm trippy as fuck Because I'd rather knock it down instead of picking you up So cut the ash right through the diamond, my hair wrapped up like a shaman
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[Verse 3: Juice] Cruising down the street, ain't got a 6-4 Just a heart full of pride, a mouth full of gold Corny baby mama knocking at my front do' She just want my (income), I'd rather get my (dick sucked) I be that Z-O-M-B, shawty don't tempt me Leather on, Fonzirelli, piss on women, R. Kelly Smashing bitches in the telly, passing swishers rolled up with me Trippy is as trippy does, catch me smoking potent cuz Having visions of Mason Betha coming back Spitting crack, contemplating how we living under Satan Discriminating and hating, this ain't rap I call it food for the savoring What's your craving ?? for paparazzi the most Incredible dope, feta, cheddar the revenue Never seen federal, gotta stay 'head of ?? Love my medical hating niggas disguised as friends I see the lies, wannabes, little G's Peep A-P-C's, I'm a G-O-D Rep the N-Y-C, we got U-N-I, T-Y It's time y'all get off my N-U-T-Z's, please I got the scoop, ain't that about a bitch Take a flick with the microphone ripper, grave digger Hairy black ball nigga - sicker than your average Twisting dank, fucking hoes on the kitchen sank What you thank?
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Compositores: Jason Thomas Mraz, Erick e Elliott (Erick Arc Elliott), Antonio Lewis, Demetri O Neal Simms ECAD: Obra #40620793