Motown 25

[Verse 1: Elzhi] I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers Catch a thunder bolt, pockets stay lump from hundred notes Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's It feel as ill as concealing drills in the knee caps Your funny style get three snaps in the circle when off The purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkell, then I murk you Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you I'll appear clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25 Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar Whether in the crib or the car, blast it Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher Or the Terminator, flow is harder Than a German major midterm paper, the kid burns the saber Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike or bats I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish You met your death and although, I took away your breath And I ran, I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"] You little niggas can't touch me, baby Okay, maybe Jay Z or maybe not Pardon if I sound lazy, I've been puffing crazy Writing Puff's shit, so mothafucka fuck you, pay me Or lay down in your feces, my guns talk, I'm speechless My Pen's that Teller, I bends that fella, now peep this I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick He is, he's sick of how sick me, is me, baby me Sickest in the D, since the Shady LP I can fuck, that's what ladies tell me '83 I was fucking, I was six, head in my momma's daycare Yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win About to be signed again, that's right I'm bout to clown again Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat Ha-ha-ha, I'm back, matter of fact I've never left Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it Haters left this, boy no choice but to blow Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow Ice glow, sticky green, bush on sicky team Capone, put powerful "White Boy Ricky" cream Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line Nickel Nine, been around, niggas you would kneel around From Milan to Iran, I'm a don Now when I'm around niggas calming down eating like it's Ramadan