El Camp 2

Verse 1 [Ab-Soul] They found me under the sea, with three dollars and sixty cents So why would it make any sense for me to not make any since The curly head, black lipped kid That works at Magic Disk, be on some shit I take a stand then make you sit You take a stand, and then you snitch What part of the game is that huh? Pardon my frame of mind, but if you get out of line, it'll be a disaster I take trips and pass out the most Monumental rapper, don't ever go toe to toe With those who's over dosing, on the antidote Effortless I wreck this shit Ab-Soul-loutly definite Bet your deficite, that you ain't testing it I'm excellence on ecstasy If you can fathom such a combo, off the Humboldt Smellin' like I'm lightin' a pine cone Feeling like my mind got caught in a cyclone I should put a spell on you niggas, like a typo TaeBeast, TDE, El Campo Carson, K-I-N-G, Del amo Verse 2 [Schoolboy Q] Uh, sittin' in my homeboy's apartment In them dirty halls, burner in my dirty draws.... watch it! For the boys that want it all, just got into altercation at the mall But niggas know my protocol, ready for my homicide Put me in a position, to have my finger itchin' Don't jump up in the game if you ain't ready for the kitchen Cause best believe the stove hot, cooking up beef up in the box till my time stop Barb wires and pig cops Every door get into locks, phone ain't got no dial tone Look up and the clouds gone, hungry and my childs gone Solitary mind state, push ups help me stay straight Noodles help maintain, reading helps me isolate Troubles help me concentrate, enemies evacuate Let me hyperventilate Hoping that my girl'll still be on it and the mother fuckers call me in the mornin' (Roll it up!) Verse 3 [Kendrick Lamar] Fuck that shit, I'mma blow it up Fuck that shit, I'mma load it up Dump that clip, like a movie script Whether blood or crip, I don't give a fuck I'mma live it up, my time is now Time and time again, I got that sound That'll drown, Titanic, in Atlantic's ocean I'm hoping, that they both go down Nigga please, nigga hand your bitch your keys So she can push your humvee, to my place we can smoke your weed Pray to god that I'm not god, MC bumped in your ipod Simply I am the CyHi of Centennial High don't give me no tie I ready made my business mine, dec-i-mals are definite Deficate on music mates, and bet, I do it delicate-ly Ignore your celiba-cy and then tell you fuck you Aye what the fuck you want, my fucking dick, you fucking cunt Get off my n-u-t, s, he yes, got that unorthodox flow Niggas is trapped, they don't hold no wraps but they calling 5-0 Smash in a El Dorado, whip it straight, till the fender break In the middle of the street, where the criminals be While I blaze this heat from the Tae Beast.... tape Kendrick Lamar