Belly Up

[Intro: Wyclef Jean Sample - "Family Business" by The Fugees] Now who would think [x5] That your best friend would be your worst enemy And your enemy your best friend Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend Worst enemy and your enemy your best friend [Intro: Ubiquitous] What? What? Try to tell us Try to show us but you know Try to tell us Try to show us but you know the game's UP! [Verse 1: Sorceress] Well everybody got something to say Talking all that trash but just not to my face Well when we come in contact [?] And when you tell it try and sell it That's my number one ace Man, if I was stupid I would catch me a case But I’m just edgy so don’t test me and just give me my space Unless you would rather experience losing your taste And best believe it when I say it won’t be due to old age (It won’t be due to old age !) Nah, it won’t be due to old age Trust me, don’t test me and just give me my space Cuz I’ve been tonguing this blade Casually fucking this rage Steady sucking this phase And I ain’t talking ‘bout crescent moons Since I was put here to blaze the track and chip it in stone Stick your ass in his face, strangle with the distort And like that he sat on the stage posted claustrophobic haze To reflect in solitude on his fucking mix that he made With a grave for the feedback And no pay for the bling cats Mad of stacks for the weed addict who need it so keep at it In fact with these habits Without it he'd be savage Lock it in my pocket with a bucket of malice And if its stress that we talking the I chug by the gallons But if its mess that we talking then it's under the pallet Well belly up, man Get a grip I ain't even on that petty shit So slit your wrists then pity bitch Lets both forget that you exist cuz - [Hook] They try to tell us that we’re floating BELLY UP They try to show us but you know THE GAME’S UP [x4] [Verse 2: Ubiquitous] On another energy struggle some friends double as enemies Dumb as the [?] you’ve got no trouble defending me Punk of the century fair like loving me tenderly Crumble and bending me Scam like double indemnity Hate when we pave the way and stay away in the shade Now facing the consequence and you can pay it in pain The truth of the matter is I Blew through your pad and Shit on its stupid inhabitants and Raid your refrigerator and root through your cabinets and Praised in the printed papers and boosted the averages (what?!) Gazed in the face of danger A [?] Italian with the blade of an ancient saber I Strain to escape my anger Awaiting the taste of hater Facing Ubiquitous is like coming to meet your maker Balling me up in battles like Nuggets beating the Lakers Some of us need some players it ought to be up to me But picking the sickest raps like a lottery number spree I giggle with ignorance and Squat with the hugriges Plotting on shit to jack probably thought about jumping me Thinking of getting over But everything that they do been already done to me Rotten for company Man, you fucking up the game 'til it's not any fun to me Rockin' it comfortably while you watchin' from under me I rap smarter and with a track sicker than black water To the bitches that's biting this, take a picture - it last longer You man a sinking ship in the midst of a silent mist I throw you under, belly up, in the grips of Leviathan And there ain't no telling us we're in sync with this timer sin Living nervous, ducking shots in eclipse of a sniper's lens like [Hook] [Verse 3: Godemis] It never seemed worth it to try (nope) But I figured- may as well before I belly up and die For thirty thousand shares of this cynical sort of verse I could write another one for whatever it's worth Anybody seen a pep-talk walk-around selling wolf tickets The phoniest will always do that when they tryna kick it But the track sucks, right The sound -quality's fucked, bruh You can only hear the sample, the vocals are muffled up Wanna do your doubles over But can't The song's half assed 60 in the studio smoking a pound of grass Nevertheless stress don't rest Is it the chest or a mess Guided with the itinerary to success Donemis kiss Two fists Get hotter than some Swiss Miss There ain't another option if you popping off with this shit From Outkast To Misfits To Multi-colour lipsticks Hanging for the ceiling fan I'm leaving with my wrists slit Reach inside my pocket pull a muzzle out from this bitch A bitch ain't necessarily a broad watch the hips switch Demons y'all tonguing all to eat 'em like a brisket Figure it out you fucker cuz it ain't worth it to risk it The iron knuckle rips shit Now one question - who is this? Running in the open tryna dodge Donemis' discus Humble devil is vicious Bundles of delicacies Scribbling hell on a wish-list So kiss this Dear John letter goodbye baby Bag a bowl, microphones and all With Jason chewing on his neck and his jaw Back -breaking work Why's he always faking he falls And breaks his neck tryna get to the other side of the wall (wall) [?] Only fly in a stall (stall) Manufacture murder flows and you can get them on call From a demon ogre leaning over Seeming sort of sober Two heads ain't better than one without an extra set of shoulders like - [Hook]