Don't Take Much (We Cool)

[Intro: Speed on the Beat] ...SONGS FOR! [Verse One: Speed on the Beat] Blackheart, black is hard, but no black cards Blackstar, no kweli, but I spit black bars Sick shit, like the black plague, new sars Ol' school reference so you get sliced up, black scars Black car, with a japanese clique, call it Midnight The coldest winter ever, so I bite louder than my bark (uh what?) Stuffing snuffaluloguses southbound down windpipes Meaning I kill that fur on your shit and make you suffocate on it (Is that right?) What the fuck you mean right? Shut that fuck tight Like a virgin twat, then gut his shit like a fish in alaska time No Sarah Palin, though, no white chicks politicking And pause on this, but no sean is too big to get some busted britches Fuck these little kizids that trying to talk shiddit Took it back to 03 to keep niggas in place like a fitted When I say King I mean it, stupid boy have you seen it? That shining star in the sky, that's not your son, that's me bitch! [Hook: Speed on the Beat] It don't take much to rush the frontlines It don't take much to change the time It don't take much to heal the world And it don't take much to get ya' girl (and we cool) It don't take much to destroy the fools It don't take much to keep it cool It don't take much to swoop through the winds Shruglife, biyatch, we always win (and we cool) [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] I'm on a mission with this dollar and a dream No CREAM, but cool rules everything around me New Speed, like Keslowski driving past Gordon Or AI past Jordan (Without the crazy shit?) Of course son No mental issues, my mentality vicious. Where's the tissues To try to stop the bleeding of the fool fucks Who duck when we come in because we know they've got an issue But they hide behind keyboards, these whores can't see the score, shit dude Killed too many rappers with these jabs, guess i don't know my own strength Another King Remembered in Time, but there's no Just-in here today No justice either, look at Amadou Trayvon Martin, Sean Bell, and the others, who have tasted what society do To those that don't have the backing of the society Fuck an illuminati, there's bigger things there than devil horns and diamonds see And if they want to kill you for turning this shit all the way up Take it as a badge of honor, because you're standing up (cause) [Hook] [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] The return of mister speed, the 5'7" man you love to hate The 5'7" man with the big ass dick that your woman wanna date Got these women throwing themselves at me, lemming time And the pussy sweet like clementines, ha ha! And DAR is still the squad, shrug life complements it Like a Spanish chick putting pillows on around your friggin' mints Oh do I have that backwards? Man it's absurd how these bastards... Try to litter my sight like rat turds (Word!) And the bad words come out when the bat and birds out But ya whole team wanna copy our words and our style without a doubt And they said I couldn't rap i should stick to backing tracks Well ya girl got RR in her iPod tracklist Don't ya wonder why she keep saying you a heartbreaker and you better beware? I'm about to abuse the game like a battered chair with battered bears that strike fear Batter it with beer, and serve it to these white folks like I know you love niggers that can't tear ...through the packaging like my dick with a Durex