Wall To Wall

[Intro: Unknown and Laws] You see, what-what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself That music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control And uh when I'm in the grips of it, I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain Either physically or emotionally, do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you, have you ever felt like that? When you just, when you just... You couldn't feel anything and you didn't want to either Aye man, I appreciate the love you know but y'all need to back up man Yo, I don't want them to shut us down, you know? Y'all dropped a piece of your pay check to get in here fam Oh that's how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last [Hook] I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know You got problems, see me at my show Good luck getting through the front door ‘Cause we wall to wall action and I can barely breathe ‘em About to bring it back home, back home, back home [Verse 1: Laws] My stomach rumbling but I been fed already I’m seeing 2010 but my vision 20-20 And people question am I’m spitting or not Nothing to lose, I don’t gotta prove diddly squat This is for Biggie and Pac, one LJ baby Thinking I’m high grade, fuck you, pay me And now I’m passive, don’t wanna be cursing But you made up man, don’t wanna be person Too many cuts, we gonna need surgeons We riding to the death, we gonna need hearses Top spot, got my eye on that, I got the first on deck like the try-on track ‘Cause I bomb so atomic, I’m putting my fam on Till the whole room spinning, I’m gonna vomit Motion sickness, too many moves made, get off my Kool-Aid player, I rock [Hook] [Verse 2: Laws] I ain’t trying to do the humpty dance I’m a rock star, give me drunkee fans And you ask why I rock out and shout shit Too much power, not enough outlets Me and Mace King go back like Forrest and Bubba Though we ain’t brothers, got it? What he say? Man I’m on it Kane got a blade like clock work orange Forget about these mixtapes from these two faces They don’t drop jewels, they drop money and Jew cases Come on son, who’s time are you wasting? Taking the cash just to have a huge bracelet, you don’t move me one Iota You chicken noodle soup on the side with a soda You bumping to a dime or you die just to know her? But she’s a fan, she’s dying to come over little soldier [Hook]