Erick Arc Elliott

[Verse 1 : SHAMROCK] They say hip hops dead, hurry call the E.M.T.s White on the surface, little black underneath And I spit it so sweet so they call me cookies cream Keep your head up or i'll rock you, like a muufuckin screen Beats, rhymes and money, homie that's my holy trinity Endlessly, eating beats up, I'm the remedy For the ill, I'm the vaccine My flows cold boy, im the new Nat King See me cruising in the GT,lady in white Don't keep many bitches, but great Dane is my vice Sitting up on the clouds, but never touched that sticky Call me RUN R.M.C cause decifering is tricky The first ones free, having you coming back for more Got you fiending for this shit, got you guessing whats in store Walter White up in this bitch, bow down to the king Bout to blow up so y'all can call me Gus Fring [HOOK] Erick Arc Elliott Erick Arc Elliott Erick Arc Elliott Erick Arc... Elliott