Dat Sound Good

[Hook: Joell Ortiz (scratches)] Dat sound good right there [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm just a - I'm just a - Yeah I'm just a - I'm just a - (Dat sound good right here) I'm just a regular chilling with thugs and legends I got deceased contacts in my phone I never delete I keep my cellular plugged into Heaven Somebody nudge the reverend Tell him I'm selling a white girl like I'm Starbucks, Uggs and leggings All of these hugs and kissy emojis killin' my foe, G All of these soldiers killin' 'em for me I told her I'ma chill, but still I'm a OG Wish I could go back in time and keep it real with my old lady I asked if she'd rather deal with adultery Or would she rather deal with my cold feet That's a wild question May the best man win and may I be the best man that I can be Everywhere I'm at but my wedding Get live rounds from guns that are gigantic Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic You're gonna die, dammit I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio like I'm tryna say "homicide" in Spanish My nigga Joell Ortiz said... [Hook] [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I'm in tip-top condition, with a hustler's ambition I'm sick of hip-pop, I should be in the damn kitchen Whippin' somethin' potent for the chosen clientele All the smoke that I inhale, I'm 'posed to be high as Hell But that's a twisted figure of speech, Hell is below you I'm guaranteed Heaven before I'm beneath the soil Toyin' with the squad, that's how you get sent to God, dawg You know it's backwards to go against God, dog Whoever gets a whiff of the base is loaded like the World Series Steve Jobs died, now the world Siris (I respect you) and that's serious as a heart attack I'm an ancient artifact, we question if your art is fact In fact, you gassed up like you're hard to match Leave you ablaze, extinguish your remains I'm the leader of this game, old school or new Old Soul, but my shoes is new [Hook] [Verse 3: Mac Miller] A bunch of poison in my blood stream Now it's gettin' ugly, I must be another junky How lucky am I to still be alive? I'm goin' crazy Bought a Mercedes with money I raised for Haiti Abducted Brenda's baby, sold it to a gay couple Take drugs you high enough to juggle with some space shuttles Your worst nightmare, breathin' all the white air Inhale, exhale (that sound good right there) Yeah, the unforgettable walkin' bicentennial man Born an idea, was never a man I'm with Ab-Soul the asshole, Nickel Nine and Preemo Shit, Larry Fish, he brought the technicolor dreamcoat I'm spittin' on the face of Vevo You internet rappers with no matter, I delete you I ain't human, more a movement of illusions Live from confusion, if you see 'em, shoot 'em (Boom) [Hook]