5 Left In The Clip

[Verse One: Copywrite] Copywrite the white James Brown, write flames down High rate on these flight weight clowns with light weight sounds You lie face down while I take crowns and violate towns And fuck who opened up, it's my place now But you barking loudly For a mutt that's part Chihuahua Still shine when I'm high, partly sunny, partly cloudy You talking mouthy? And I'mma duct tape you fuck faces Ain't no way to straighten how you bit, fuck braces Gauges end up blazing out you cliques, duck quickly I'm like a broken condom, none of y'all can fuck with me I hope [?] revolving gat aimed at your frame and the palms will clap The High Exaulted's back Fresh off tour Yeah, left a mess on whores Promoters that owe us doe sweat bullets through Teflon pours And I match 'em two for every one they sweat out Spread the led out with highbeams I'm like Visine I get the red out [Yak Ballz] We at the club and I'm out of my forehead Eyes so bloodshed, everything's painted all red And we all wet, shit my crew all bent Enough to send shots straight through the doors of a Benz limo So obliterated, they ID 'em by the passenger's dental Pissy drunk and I'm tippin' like domino's We live it up plush [?] we get high and I love it when I'm in the cut Sipping my cup in fly denim Haters know we got fly with 'em, bitches wanna rock with 'em After the bar, even with so-called rap stars Smoking too many blunts, they making me laugh hard We rap gods, Weathermen It's time to blast off [Tame One] Tame been All City since Tootie had small titties Come to the mall's with me I be spending all fifty's High again With enough smoke to choke a fireman Last seen with 76 phillies like Iverson High and bent in my environment Where I invent lyrical violence That'll separate the mice from the men I Timberland swamp stomp competition that's listening Twice as interesting cause I'm different The difference in being the champ or going the distance Tame One, the Cheech wizard Tragic magic, mental dyslexic, be rapping backwards when I practice Mentally hit, bent, like I'm taking a shit Drink a whole Hennessy fifth and won't trip See me in the corner rolling chocolate chips in little Bricks That's the Izabella, twenty twen' twen' twen', like Chris Tucker This mahfucker Tame is that nigga [Cage] You chilling at a killer's dinner party Evening will pull us, put a blade in you it's just retrieving the bullets Death's still touring, Starks thinking of waring You're weaker each release like Lucas wrote they shit for 'em I'm just trying to get my money to build But I can't feel with my hands so Cage is coming to kill And fix these numbers And spend some of this HBO check on embalming like Six Feet Under Left side of the stadium get torn the fuck down Give these indie rap squaters more reason to suck now Shit, piss and corruption so fuck the love While I roll with my cult following and drink some blood [Breezy Brewin] Breezily I approach, I spy on enemies Heatedly like I'm coached by Bobby Knight, y'all Brian Denney's I be tight seeing these bad actors See your ass crack, you're drunk at some gay bar on fag daiquiris Life's trife, Al-Queda wide eyed I hear "Death to the infidels" I fear for my wife's life Then my thoughts switched Had some talks with my Weathermen brethren Now I pimped that star bitch Perform, get your doe, you show your ass, nice good tits [?] down for the pound, cover heist footprints We weather whatever men Y'all whether or not to continue living Given you know you never have sex...with women The crew's legit, could never be sloppy I see Copy, Copy, Copy, leaving brothers on some Puba shit Just avoid Cage Yak, Tame, Breezly Brewin, swing harder than Sammy Sosa during 'roid rage