Day 81

[Intro: From The Manchurian Candidate] Oh you note-takers might set down a reminder to consult... (Metal) ...experiments in the hypnotic production of antisocial and self-injurious behaviour [Verse 1: Ka] I love blindly and hate with a focus That define me, no fake could approach us Believe in my ace, no faith in the jokers Was praying late in '88, taking them chokers Thieving benjis, not even pennies safely in loafers Forbidden living in the place full of roaches Did A to Z, then agency, threw eighths to the hopeless Went from bagging and dragging magnums to making a opus Dumb hood never understood caking with no risk Shots peeling, not civilian, it's blatant we soldiers A rock climber, got drama breaking them boulders Drive a smooth ride, pimps taking the motor Told from jump, bump mine, pump on the front line Rolled alone, not from a sober home, couldn't unwind Plans for static, if mans ain't have it I brung mine Dip in gold slippers, sifting cokes, calling one-time We ride in fear, lotta years if cops caught us Blocks forage, if not would've jotted in locked quarters Sword the flock orders on board with top scorers Props in here, call me papa bear, this hot porridge Righteous bars, as far as your syntex, it's insects A raw writer, more spider you can't spin next Crime is how mind reward a doubt Times are drought, climb that water spout Itsy bitsy, slung to get crispy Almost choked in the web spun to fix me You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame Along came the sun, dried up all your rain You in the wrong lane, young, trynna ball to fame Along came the sun, dried up all your rain [Interlude] Comrade, we thank you If we may proceed with the demonstration [Verse 2: Roc Marciano]: Grip the eagle in the green Regal Live illegal, deceitful Get the cream, I got a sweet tooth Bend your queen up like a cheap boot Creep through, one piece, that's not a ski-suit Squeeze a few, I heard geese flew Keep a freak, at least two Turn the weak beef to BBQ to get GQ My unique cue, make bitches rock something that's see-through Time heals, reveal the pineal Tires peel, YSL, you know the game, buy and sell Got crack under the nails, Chanel, pink champale Pelle Pelle mademoiselle, CL, left a chem trail For intel, rinse your skin cell Eighty-foot yacht with the windsail Begin the tale, now let the wind tell Then slide up in your femme fatale with G-E-L Might wanna keep that on the DL [Outro] You say this man has been built as an assassin (Metal)