Blast That

[Verse One: Nottz] Come on blast that (blast that) Yeah blast that (blast that) Turn it up until your eardrums bust out Act up and I'ma show you what it be 'bout Niggas got plans of dancing, better re-route Headbanger shit, we orangutans bitch We don't swing from no trees but we got the banana clip The people overseas, yeah they fuck with the boy Say the boy brings 'bout joy He's so special Short bus special Where my safety helmet at Class A guitar, hear that banging in the back (Damn he going crazy) See that boy neck snap? Back to the white meat, and doc can't fix that Needless to say I'm certified with the boom bap Bump this in your stereo, pour it in your cereal Early in the morning and you mad cause you know black You motherfucker ain't used to real rap [Hook: Nottz] All my motherfuckers in the hood Blast that shit Po po they turn it down but you Blast that shit Real niggas know what it [?] Blast that shit [?] Blast that shit [?] Blast that shit [?] Blast that shit [?] Blast that shit Oh it's real hip hop you got to... Blast that Blast that [Verse Two: Black Milk] Yo and this is what y'all been waiting for Black the antidote to catapult niggas out Into a distance, animal cannibal, is this Hannibal eat and I never been a fan of yo' Shit when I got my nigga Nottz here On the one, on the drum, kick, snare Blown now I'm on in the business Pistols, home of the Pistons Out to Virginia Back to the D where I was born and raised Back to the beats on the stage Wack niggas, R.I.P., piss on your grave No love, was born to hate Know you can't believe How we keep doing it Produce like a beast Boy, Rick Rubin shit Watch how I maneuver shit Spit Black spit that shit like manure gets I be on the move Slow down, slow down, let me catch the groove Extra, extra, let me execute X these niggas, show 'em the exit out Make they baby mamas they ex's If I ain't the best that means that I'm next bitch Flows, affected To the point where these niggas feel disrespected Leave 'em on respirators, disconnected Uh, disconnection No contest, quit [Hook] [Verse Three: Royce Da 5'9"] Come on {gun shot} Nigga where your cash at? I don't battle rap rap, I shoot niggas eyes out I just cataract cats, roger that Nottz where the bottle at? (Nigga I don't drink) Okay then, I'ma honor that Drink for you till I need you to think for me like an Almanac Far as y'all Internet, in a nut, while you on the Internet Bragging 'bout your intellect, I be fucking bad bitches Dragging out they inner slut In effect huh Take a niggas past like an interception {crowd cheering} D-Boys in here chilling We tote things that'll destroy buildings We approach shit like, if you owe We repo shit, we atrocious, we could throw fist But we oppose this When we mad [?] tag toe tip animals bitch [Hook]