Twinz

[Verse 1: Couch Potato] Get ready for the force when I bring it back To real spittas that deal facts, that's real rap Stand back if you too yellow belly too get on my level Too mellow in the cut, pulling strings like Geppetto Seen fellows rapping about all their style and potential But they wack, edible and lack credible credentials Got props in the ghetto where my chemistry is spreading They're too elementary to knock out of my element Competition is nonexistent to me, see Murder tracks every time, every line is a crime scene Different lyrical bullets identical in bringing influence Killing a tune, bringing life to it Like a miracle of syllables I'm giving you a minute to Hear an original before hitting the pinnacle Now I gotta buzz and I'm catching hella traffic Yellow badges out tryna red light my green stacking Yellow taped the verse, sent a hearse full of body bags Kicking like karate class, or a shotti blast Every syllable on a mission to kill and get my loot With clips, that make them niggas skip to the motherfucking loo Black masks, black bats hit them with the rhythm Popping caps in a cats ass for capital backlash Can't hold us back, you can hold these Only look in my direction when you catch a nosebleed My drive is hard, titanium truck Hard as putting out a forest fire with a wet sponge And I'm running with a hungry army We got all these other artist praying we gon stumble But we gon come out on top regardless Ammunition kicking what the crack heads sniffing Sick spitting with an addiction to musical tradition [Chorus: Couch Potato and Ca$H] Yea and you don't stop 'Cus we bout to kill the game, put these lames in a box Yea and you don't stop Man you better fall back when Couch Potato drop Yea and you don't stop Money Gang/CMC we got this rap shit locked Yea and you don't stop I do a 187 on your motherfucking block [Verse 2: Couch Potato] See I came to rock the mic You can try to act like you half as nice You either hard or not, no hermaphrodite We take the game from these lames and hold it right I hold company with the greatest spittas they show love for me If you scared nigga, hold a teddy bear, I hear it's comforting If you not running with me, I think you better run from me Like Whoppi having a baby, this shit is bound to get ugly It isn't for the weak I say, Grind hard ain't sleep in the past two days Like a nigga won't eat if I don't get paid. If it's beef, I'm bring A1 Bring it on nigga, I'm spitting that heat. No Lebron. The war is on I'll make sure you're gone for the last quarter of the song Gravity keeps nagging me like, how u gon defy me? Fly that's why them niggas try to do me grimy Mad cause you invisible, could a made a minute rhyme put him in critical Really tho. Never mind them I'm winning, so your girl wanna be in my new video Bumping this through my stereo, that real music sound Rhyming on the beats till I'm rolling with the top down [Chorus]