Juice

Give me, give me, give me the juice Give me, give me, give me, give me the juice [Verse 1: Ubiquitous] Another day in the life, no time for play, I'm tryin' to cake, High stakes, survival increasing my fire rate Eyes dilated, aim my sight, fly straight If I ever want my record to see the light of day I'mma find a way, weight of the world, need a lift If he carry bags I know he gon' need a tip You're free to give my man, but I don't need a disk With a grip of tracks, it's really nothing for me to skip We the creed of a better breed and you'll never read us Since you never see us and that's, if'n you ever see us My nemesis, while you're bein' an Ebenezer I’ll be seein' sights, sipping on something with señoritas Pro-political peace, let them breathe Whether Palestinian, Israeli or Lebanese, Behold the horse I'm pale as I'll ever be Trying to catch sun while I'm sailing the seven seas I float my friends, scuttle my enemies And we constantly in the struggle for energy, I rock steadily in the spot, ready or not Pushin' my pronouns for plenty penny a pop - Ha!, I'm getting guap my man I got plans To cop land away and lay in the hot sand I know the ledge and I'm playin' my Roxanne, Another dollar another day in a rock band That's juice! [Hook] Give me, give me, give me the juice [Verse 2: Godemis] Crawling out of a casket, awoke from madness I've been in the middy and feeding off the sadness If any an enemy come in rattling as if He ready for Armageddon, I wet them and that's it I've been in the back bitch, playing the sidekick Surprised they realize the size of my dick They blog and criticize the lines of my shit Straddle a boner, I ain't a loner, you ride dick Better get them a stretcher and oxygen mask Socks and gym bags, box of Slim Fast I lose dead weight, got a lot to get past For all that hate, I'm about to get cash I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing the same vet Could say that I'm lucky I made it out of a train wreck Want me to speed it up motherfucker? It ain't Tech It's Godemis, idiot, study up on on the name check I zone in the canvas, I'm in the paint, they ain't ready I spray Seven and ate them alive, the aim's steady It's like me and Jason using the same 'chete So 'Raw' I'm 'Delirious' nigga it ain't Eddie It don't matter I don't chatter at all at y'all The new data is out of an old catalog, The instinct is that of an old, rabid dog Who might have been good on that day, when he had it all That's juice [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Wakin' 'em up, shakin' the fuck Out of Pagans that are matin' fornicatin' With hate and sick lust Eating bloody steak and bacon with Satan They can abrup-tly be taken by Yates And I'm placin' this blade in his guts, Invasion of us slegna raisin' a cup, here's to Layin' the blade to they who bathin' in blood Bedla Might behead ya, psyches dead for life, he bled But Iké said to knife these Negras! Bright been away for the night I'm a sinner Hey my inner light went astray see the fright I generate, I innovate in a fight I'mma incinerate A mic, men obey, when I write they disintegrate It's over, soul of a soldier Chose to be cold and overload you with vulgar S'posed to be old but the flows getting bolder And hoes lose they clothes never holding they composure That's juice... bitch [Hook]