Count and Estimate

[Intro] Ayo, kick that gangsta shit, c'mon You got to kick that gangsta shit, c'mon You got to kick that gangsta shit, c'mon You got to kick that gangsta shit What, what, what, what Fingers in the flavor (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) [Verse 1: Gift of Gab] It's funny here my burners are burners like incense My new to this, true to this, but writing with pen since I was a sperm cell, I hope you learn well That the cream of rap is rising, other rappers burning well Burn in helllafied flurries of syllables, juries was finding me guilty of killing emcees So after I enter ya, know I'ma injure ya, rolling like a mass of villainous Gs G-I-F-T, see I left the, suckers in confusion 'cuz I'm strong like Hefty Bags or the fags and the hags, I'ma drag 'til the pig get to whipping til you wave the white flag Dag nabbit, who framed Roger? And sample more bounce 'til I'm played like a Dodgers' home game From here to Rome sing, whole thang, I be hearing all the vinyl and it makes me moan "Dang" Come get a slice of this, so rap's on the tight shit Fight, get sent for words when I get my pipe lit I pick up the bass like litter on my lawn Your girl plays a hooker role, hit her and I'm gone In a hurry, bury, any thought you ever had Of slaying the Gift of Gab, I be making them jump like the mack dab Calculate the sum, or add it up in your head But uh, (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (Count and estimate about a thousand dead) (About 100 or more) (Fuck that, you and your bullshit crew) (Fuck that) (About 100 or more) (Fuck that, you and your bullshit crew) (Fuck that) (About 100 or more) (Fuck that, you and your bullshit crew) (Fuck that) (About 100 or more) (Fuck that, bullseye, dead) [Outro: Gift of Gab] Yo, yeah, it's like this y'all Solesides in the house Blackalicious, DJ Shadow, Asia Born And we hitting you with stuff you ain't never expected from the left To all the suckers get rejected And we out (This was a goddamn slaughter) (This was a goddamn slaughter) (This was a goddamn slaughter) (This was a goddamn slaughter) (Goddamn slaughter) (Next thing you know you're being buried and planted)