Son & Pops

[Verse 1: Son of Light & (Pops)] I'm mad hungry please give me your take In absolute forgiveness give me your break (Got no food better hand me whatever the fucks on your plate) Now gimme some space I'm going Hollywood give me a face (Gimme some production skills Nah that's way too late Been having that shit man But please give me a raise) And please give me a taste of sweet life sufficient leg (Don't gimme no hate Please pass me that faith) And god give me some grace (And god get rid of the snakes) And god show these fake Mcs their place (Yeah this is Norway buddy Nuthin' 52nd state) Man you lost in space (And you lost in mistakes) And your boss thinks your great Like you frost with the flake (You snorting the way on minimum wage) How's that for living in a cage (And how's that for living like a slave) Old school like a motherfucker (Hot tub face) Walking through the barbershop like I'm (Big Daddy Kane) Walk up on the stage like that dude's kinda brain (No that dude's kinda lame buddy Dude need some fame) Those dudes got enough chain don't know where to aim (And those corny motherfuckers must but be out they're fucking brains) Even forty motherfuckers couldn't handle what I gave (And the forty motherfucker going out his fucking frame) [Hook: The Loudmouf Choir] (x2) You don't know what the fuck we about Son & Pops, Son & Pops Loudmouf Son & Pops [Verse 2: Son of Light & (Pops)] Don't call me your brother See I don't need siblings Your not ghetto, your not living in a government building (But we about to make a killing Doing it for the children Working out the decade After that I'm chilling) Chilling (Chilling)' Not gon have these doors like dealing (But chilling, knocking up these whores with no feelings) You're kidding (Think I did it but I didn't Thought you new When I'm on the mic I'm bullshitting) Better get in where you fit in The messages are hidden The types to do the long range worldwide spitting (And your (?) is off trying to hide you feelings Your fruit cakes is off dancing on the ceiling) After the laughter the tears come spilling (If you're asking for bastards We're about to hurt your feelings) Nasty disasters audience we grill us (The '06 audio too we top building) [Hook: The Loudmouf Choir] (x2) [Verse 3: Opaque] You see Opaque on the bed On a chick ass like he baking the bread Shaking her tits and she resist and he breaking the leg Fry her ass like bacon and egg Shit there even cake on the head