Fair Fight (Feat. Black Hippy)

Them say no, and you come That's why you kill da king King that he will fade away But refresh everyday man Now when it come to sum bizness Its we that run the scene Cause we fresh and green, come Verse 1: Ab-Soul Yeah, graveyard shift, meet the grim reaper Sickle to your features, balance that like a Libra Scale yeah I'm off that Derailing all your thoughts on this track All this wax I should make a candle fac-tory better Glory all facts his-tory in the making, I am that Chea,Chea,Chea,Chea Victory is sweet enough to eat, bon appetite Pull up a chair and eat You buffoons couldn't walk in my shoes If we were sharing feet Verse 2: Krondon Mind too cool, dominion can't compare they just some glarin geeks In real life, perpetrate like mike only a pair of sneaks Level 3, skeeter tried to squack I didn't care to speak Burgundy, polo went public I can't prepare to teach Smoking like Santonio Holmes When the camera go flash, I get the feeling at home Under the avalanche Guess that's how ghetto survival, syndrome fuck the system A nigga woke up to get on screaming Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q Uh,yo,yo,yo ah, yeah, yeah, let me get my shit off Dome piece a nigga his shit was gonna before I slid off Yeah, yeah, let me get my shit off Grab me a bag of work now watch how fast that fucker get off Yeah, have the money flipping in oz, go get up Throw somethin hot in yo oven dawgs Nigga, we motherfucking bout it bout it Get rowdy, rowdy, I'm a ghetto dog Go head inside it Verse 4: Phil Da Agony Yo, my niggas cry freedom like Nelson Mandela Played by Morgan Freeman I be walking with the giants like the G men Hit the pussy like semen Hood angels I be fighting demons I'm excited At the chance just to get even So I play the odds, pray to god Poker face chips like I'm playing cards My chick like Felicia Rashad in the face Hale Berry waist with the grace of sade I take her out just to party, everybody say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 5: Mitchy Slick Understood by those that blossom by MLK Cocooned in a one bedroom, interjects, all in yay Brainstorm philosophies on getting k's and getting away On gang injunction with the jail for nathen yesterday Fuck the swines all they want is a cheaper nigga broke Contradicting tycoons and the candy crips and cigarette Porky gotta eat his heart When he see my super sport What they done to my folks I charge it to her pink toes Verse 6: Jay Rock They done fucked up and let this watts nigga get on It's my time to eat so I'm bout to get my grill on George former ho, storm on the flow Steady getting fetti, either rap guns will blow Step inside this bitch they looking like wanna go toe to toe These hands like pitbulls and now I let these fuckers go So I think you need to let them motherfuckers know These choppers leave they fucking heads spinning like some stop and go's Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah