Freak City

[Verse 1: Chuck Inglish] The fat rap captain Prime time with the strap With way more than two things that match in my cabinet What's that Who said they bout rappin' this live shit Its I and Mike and that's really bout it No shit Sherlock its on clocks with the hands Naw dog this is ours need watch where you stand We see you tryna do what we do for' we can Yo its cool doe We be like 20 steps ahead man Ohve Sorbe Yolk North face for the days where its cold outside for no reason Its a hole in the Ozone layer Zips a jacket rare factorys everywhere like its in season Its nothing that compares to them infrared pairs I copped three boxes in there while I was shopping Those gold mines scheming out the microwave partner Pop Opting out of contract problems [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] I'm flyin' downtown Time to get me a whip wash Now I'm outside picking nuggets out the zip lock In your girl's crib I don't know how to pick locks You fuckin' with the tiptop baby And its boomin' Bouncin' and the trap goin' ham I'm a Mayweather jab you a slap on the hand Beach ass nigga Bag full of sand Now dust yourself off for' I slap you again I win Ends SL500 Benz Big fan of the Cardier lense Pickin' up the leaders of the pack when you meet us You attract bum hoes we attract them keepers Kief sprinkled on that blunt like paprika Blame it on the reefer The league like fifa We runnin' through that grass charge it to the visa ATM credits on the phone with them people