Double Barrel (feat. DJ Revolution)

****, the beast is back

With booth work to decrease the wack

Or increase the fat, hip hop is not deceased, in fact

The real shit started creepin' back

Y'all the least spectacular spittin' it

You **** still ain't gettin' it

****, the difference is indifferent

They all say they in the studio rippin' it

But after the first spin of they album sick of it

(Sick of it)

And that's why me and Marco got into this

(Uh)

We want to give 'em a record that make 'em reminisce

But still show we the future far as beats and sick spitteral

Lyrically literal, y'all prepared for this?

We double barrel, two shots from a loaded clip

And both equal in value as far as what you get

(Uh)

He and on the snare and kick, I'm on the pen and pad airin' it

We had three deals before they could hear this shit

Double barrel

(Yeah)

Whatever you thought get it away, this is what's goin' on

This is not the same garbage from a typical song

This right here is where the music belong

Can we move it along?

Fully loaded

Double barrel

(What? What?)

That boom bap

Ready to hit you

Buck-buck, take that with you

Yeah

You, you know the drill

Hardcore

Double barrel

From the time you hear the track go

(Plow!)

You know what it's fittin' to be

Type of shit that you put on repeat

This shit feels so Brooklyn when it play in your jeep

You might find a burner under your seat

A ashtray full of weed, that's he vibe we recorded on

A fresh Skully Champion hood and noses on

40 belows, Long John's, that's what Tor's on

You rap **** been on my dick now your hoes is on

I been nice since B-B-D made that Poison song

And dude's alright, but why he let his boys get on?

They goin' flood the airwaves with them corny songs

**** gotta wait till 2 in the morn for Tor get on

It's like that now but won't be like that for long

We goin' make the tide change like the beach is stormin'

And any time you got me and M-P performin'

Fans goin' stay on they feet like the seats is gone

Double barrel

(Yeah)

Whatever you thought get it away, this is what's goin' on

This is not the same garbage from a typical song

This right here is where the music belong

Can we move it along?

Fully loaded

Double barrel

(What? What?)

That boom bap

Ready to hit you

Buck-buck, take that with you

(Yeah, son)

Keep you on the run

You, you know the drill

Reach for the sky

Double barrel

(What? What?)

Bringin' the ruckus like some mad motherfuckers

And of course I hit you

Ready to shoot out

Take that with you

Hardcore

That boom bap

Fuck the pistol

Fully loaded

Double barrel

(What? What?)

Move through these streets

Puttin' holes in your jeep

(Yeah, son)

It's, it's goin' down

Heavy artillery in my facility

**** I spits all over the booth

Got shit all over the booth

And that means it's all over for you

(Uh-huh)

It's not secret, it's all over the news

It's on the net and all over the 'Tube

We all over you dudes

(Uh-huh)

You number one downloadable?

That make you number one target to hold a few

I know dudes that wanna put a few holes in you

And they only chill 'cause I told 'em to, ****

Double barrel

(Yeah)

Whatever you thought get it away, this is what's goin' on

This is not the same garbage from a typical song

This right here is where the music belong

Can we move it along?

Double barrel

Da-da, double barrel

Da-da, da-da, double barrel

Da-da, double barrel

Double barrel