Cross Fire

[Intro] S.M., S.A.S., you already know what it is Tell 'em baby [Krondon] You ain't got the right to be talkin' out the side of your mouth You ain't tight, you shouldn't utter a word Your art's absolutely absurd; I'm precise You can't compare to me, your shine ain't that bright Yeah, think I better turn you into food for the fishes and Leave behind upset cryin' senior citizens Cryin' on that shit again, shotgun Charlemagne The bar's still open so drink with the Steady gang It's all free, no need for membership Premium businessmen believe me it's Blacksmith Talk smack and I'll castrate you with a Battle Axe Swell up your membrane, then kick a battle rap [Talib Kweli] Hey~! Get off your high horse come down to where the battle at That ain't real rap you +Brokeback+, where your saddle at? S.A.S. klack-klack-klack, your body's in the black bag Thinkin' on some punk rock shit like Black Flag Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a stank smell Kweli so funky, got your nose runny like a blow junkie Blacksmith, my people never go hungry You rappers flow so crummy; I get the sisters and the snowbunnies Buyin' up the tickets, gettin' show money Oh fo' sho' Money, it's the gentlemen charmed Rappers rot in pieces like the tat on Eminem's arm [Phil Da Agony] Strong Arm Steady the brand, the classic Light up a Backwood and then ash it before you pass it You know how the hash get, on the side where the greener grass is Gotta throw on your stunna shade glasses Niggas get blasted, I'm handin out cashes And caskets, gotta break bread like a basket You bastards! Rappers can't outlast the masters Press it up on wax and spin the needle on the plastic Blacksmith, roll another blunt for these actors Cause I'mma put the +Fear+ in the +Factor+ and clack ya Agony! Niggas gotta pay for the ecstasy Especially, when I'm cookin up another recipe [Tre Nyce] Battle Axe heavy, we stack fetty off rapid So much coke on my track remind me of Aspen Two white bitches they Alka Seltzer and aspirin Blunt roll swell the room, boom's outlastin' K.C. niggas slash just to murder every track Not a rap Democrat, more like Trap-publican Rap trap, count a stack, money keep comin' in Only cock the hammer back for those who got no love for that You ain't got no love for him; you ain't got no love for him? I'm runnin' up and dumpin' 'em, poppin' 'em and trunkin' 'em Only gets us mad, I'm young and I'm Donald Trumpin 'em Business sense ridiculous I'm literally stompin' 'em Van City to L.A., we kick game like Pele Do a show, grab some hoes, and take her to the telly Young Tre Nyce, I'm the youngest in charge Nigga, violate our squad, you'll be needin' the law [Prevail] +Protect Ya Neck+ my Battle Axe is like a Wu-Tang sword I run the blade against your throat like you was Harrison Ford Your girl got 'em worldwide I've been to Paris on tour From the Eiffel Tower my rifle power make you contort This is a contact sport, no coaches or referees I'm hotter than Cali's Death Valley vultures and fleas A posse cut, I chop it up like I was butcherin beef A Boondocks saved my boombox beats like a priest {*explosion*}