God Damn!

[Verse One] [Reks]: In Between The Lines Powerful rhymes I pen 'em Then I send 'em to S.T.A.T.I.K. for the Internet leak I speak sentiments for niggas in the tenements Those who can't catch na-na-na-na-na Roadrunner flows, some are feelin' it Heatin' up your ligaments A lyricist, more than a little bit, I'm ill- Literate, illiterate son of a bitch, spit Considered inconsiderate Hit you with the one two fist Or bob and weave, hit 'em with the brrrrrr Stick 'em, ha ha ha, stick 'em Props don't give him, cause him rock different Y'all race neck and neck, Reks in the distance Far away I spit further In between lines commit murder Third degree burn, verse will relearn, since nursery earn As I turn foes into urns Turn enemies to caskets You don't need to ask if I'm gassed, I'm a showoff, bastards I go off as if I'm light switch, nice with a mic stick Class is in session for rappers In Between Lines I'm Cassius Up on the ropes, leave gashes Stitches Y'all hit like bitches Nail marks and scratches I'll bury asses under canvas This ain't Kansas Dorothy, don't walk with me for the answers My brain, heart, courage here And I only tell motherfuckers to quit cause I care Nah, I'm lyin' - cause I can Cause I am Better between the parallels Me and Gargamels and you Smurfs better scram This is In Between The Lines man God Damn! [Verse Two] [Freddie Gibbs]: God Damn! In the whip with 250 grams Rollin' with my dude and his wife, she need to get a man Cause he's sweating like a two dollar hoe in a church pew Gotta keep my cool 'fore the car gets stopped and searched through I talked my way to a speeding ticket, got back to dippin' Left the officer in awe cause my English was so efficient License and my registration legit We in the van with yams, far as he know we on a family trip So don't confuse it, I'm fusin' the truth with music Caught the charges, the battle scars, bumps and bruises So regardless if I ain't never pumped no units I ain't never punked out and never lived no illusion Never fabricate, my fan base just won't allow it You gravitate to straight fakes, fags, and cowards A nigga threw me off my game, I highly doubt it That's like tryin' to throw a rock to the top of the Sears Tower I'm Backwoods, they Zig Zag Rappers is riffraff Niggas be talkin' shit, we shut 'em up with a shit bag Don't take my city for a joke I'll lay a nigga on his motherfuckin' back And get right back to the smoke Cause Freddie Gibbs claim mo' doe, you dozin' off Like Tiger Woods played more hoes than holes of golf It could offend him dependin' how he perceive my rhymes You'd see the vision if you could read between the lines I'm on the grind