Carpe Diem

[Ivan Ives] Yeah Ivan Ives 2Mex Here we go.. Leggo my ego, the mic stand the easel Paint words lethal, tough like cheap wool Snuff film b-roll, fuck til she know Ivan so ill, I'm illegal And no, when it comes to flow, we're not equal I never miss, like God shooting free throws I won't fall off the bike like Evil Kanievel And I won't fall off the mic like Beanie Segal Hip Hop is dead? Nah, I don't think so I'm Russian Red, not a Pinko My aims is lofty, I never think low Cats try to copy, like they was Kinkos God is hidden, he won't let me see him But the Devil will shake my hand, so Carpe Diem I murder without noticin, herder with doubt hopin and I be a word merger with stout motioning [Chorus] Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin every place with that Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! [2Mex] 2Mex Los Angeles lyrical lottery Don't bother me when it comes to dissin common camaraderie Me and Ivan Ives we straight roll off Like my homie Daniel and Ivan Koloff Making these weak motherfuckers just straight hold off We doing it big, taking your girls coat off So very often I have the option to coughing on your coffin You're soft in a sofa straight sobbing Bobbin and weaving believe me These fools with bobby pins in their weave don't believe em They're happy to be still breathing Another reason this rap game is so fucking uneven Heaving these fools out the house like Jazzy Jeff Stab em in the back cause he was wack as he left I'm FRESH to death Even in Moscow 2Mex and Ivan Ives we rock stars and we all style [Chorus] Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin every place with that Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! [Ivan Ives] We grew up on Hip Hop, you threw up on Hip Hop Stay away from the mic if your name is Rick Ross It's kind of on some oh shit, don't front, open, your lungs Smokin, those blunts Of course I'm good at Tetris and Chess I'm Russian, what the fuck you expect? I been bustin' my ass, now I'm here to collect Ivan Ives and 2Mex, protect your neck, uh [Chorus] Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin all the places with the Blaow! Blaow! Shoot em in the face with the Blaow! Blaow! Rockin every place with that Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! [Scratch Outro]