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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
EL-P
Vocals
Killer Mike
Vocals
Trackstar The DJ
Scratches
Michael Ferguson
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Torbitt Schwartz
Composer
Jaime Meline
Songwriter
Michael Render
Lyrics
Wilder Zoby
Writer
Wilder Zoby Schwartz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
EL-P
Producer
joey raia
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Nick Hook
Recording Engineer
Leon Kelly
Recording Engineer
Little Shalimar
Co-Producer
Wilder Zoby
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Back at it like a crack addict
Mr. Black Magic, crack a bitch back
Chiropractic, Craftmatic
Big daddy smoking big Cali
In a black alley in a black Grand Natty
Rolling down Old Natty, hair nappy
Matty as a black Granddaddy
All fact, no cappin'
Fat black boat captain, stay floatin'
No flappin', wave runner, I'm a gunner
I'ma have your block hot as a sauna all summer
And I put that on Osama and my muthafuckin' Momma
I'ma terrorize the actors playin' like they want some drama
I'ma chop 'em wit a chopper till I muthafuckin' drop 'em
[Verse 2]
Stack addict a mac with the blackest fabric on back
I magically rack it and dash while I'm ducking rat-ta-ta-tats
I'm running the truck over sucker shit matter fact kiss the ass and even the cr-a-ack
Automatic fax it's like tha-a-at
It's scammer bliss when you puttin' villains in charge of shit
All of us targeted all we doin' is arguing
Pardon them as they work untill every pockets been picked and soul been harvested
I'm ready to mob on these fuckin' charlatans
[Verse 3]
Tilll time die I'm galactically fly
The moon is moving the maniacs in the city to crime
Hearts fry
All this neon is ripping us up inside
Immortality's out of bounds, it's a one round ride
[Verse 4]
I got one round left, a hundred cops outside
I can shoot at them or put one between my eyes
Chose the latter, it don't matter, it ain't suicide
And if the news say it was that's a god damn lie
I couldn't let them pigs kill me, I got too much pride
And I meant it when I said it, never take me alive
[Verse 5]
I got the Grand Nat running in the alley outside
Now Michael run like you hungry and get your ass in the ride
I'd rather have and not need you than watch your rotten demise
And you still owe me for them Nikes, you do not get to just die
You try to fuck with my brother you get the bastard surprise
And that's more honest than your whole life in a fraction of time
I didn't get my degree in how to smoke weed till I'm blind
So you can ruin my high, jewel runner doing you bye
[Verse 6]
My brother made a point so out the back door I'ma slide
I'm chubby husky thighs scrubbin' fuckin' up my Levi's
A crooked copper got the dropper, I put lead in his eyes
'Cause we heard he murdered a black child so none of us cried
[Verse 7]
Yankee and The Brave are here, everybody hit the deck
We don't mean no harm but we truly mean all the disrespect
Four
Written by: Jaime Meline, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, Wilder Schwartz, Wilder Zoby