Termanator & The Machine

[Verse 1: Conway] Look, the flow so raw you could snort this Of course it's Conway, it's Porsches in the driveway of my fortress Know you can't afford this, so all my enemies turn into corpses Hollow tips burning like torches Broke his jaw with the impact of a horse kick Had the youngin' chop his body up, he got nauseous Flow gon' get me on the Forbes List Until then I'm whippin' raw shit, whippin' 'til I get a sore wrist Got my bitch in Dior shit and more shit I sent on her trips, let her explore shit She bring me raw bricks, this is God's gift I will smack dog shit outta your favorite artist I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer or the smartest But, I promise, bar for bar, I'm one of the hardest This for them niggas eatin' Jack, Mac and tuna fish Niggas that really do this shit, they say was my influences Niggas that's really shootin' shit, niggas that really move a brick The way my buzz Disturbin' the Peace, that shit is Ludacris I got shot and they thought I couldn't do this shit They hated on me but I'm from Buffalo, so I'm used to it Don't confuse me with one of these rap niggas, I clap niggas I get a little time, I'ma do the shit I spit the truest shit, nigga Fuck you thought, nigga? [Verse 2: Termanology] Word in the street, the boy's lookin' for you You ordered a beef then they gon' cook it for you I'm from where the base head still cook with foil And they send the mercenaries out lookin' for you My clothes smellin' like the hallway 'cause I went through hell up in the hallway And all I seen was fiends off of Broadway So, walkin' home, I took the long way Even them chicks I treated the wrong way They be sayin', "Yo, Term, I fuck wit' you the long way" Contrary to what the law say, My candy concealed listenin' to that Conway These rappers act real tough when the song play But when it's beef, they turn into the entree Watch 'em all get extorted soon as the Don say Some put up a fight, but in the end, they all pay Had some weeks it was all great On the run and all I could do was parlay Shell casings where your mom's stay 'Cause we just shot up the fuckin' block in broad day A sip of 'Zay make 'em Cassius Clay 96 Niles influencin' the raps I say Same hood I grew up in, that's where I stayed Trappin' out the Hyundai, Sapphire, Bombay 'Ology