BARS Heavy Hittaz
L.C. Kent, 319; Little Chicago
Charlie Homez on the beat
Take… 11 - at 11:11
That makes sense
You lip-service-payin' Fight Club motherfucker
It's like I keep sayin', I don't want your succor
See that light, shining bright, bringing up the rear view
Got 1 to 10D sight and a righteous, bangin' ass crew
Gellin' out my own lamps
Hookin' up my own amps
Buildin' up my own set
Collectin' my own bet
Workin' on my sick rhymes
Spacin' out my dick times
Keepin' up those tick dimes
Steerin'clear those Rick signs
I got No Shame and that's why I keep cummin'
You can take his phone, Dame, but he'll still keep hummin'
When you find the right light, you get in the right bay
If it won't be tonight, it'll for sure happen someday
Singin' out my new songs
Rightin' all the old wrongs
Smile when that flash click
Jumpin' on that new dick
Make that puppy sit down
Wearing out my new crown
You can choose to sit, frown
But this town is Our Town
They think they know me, but they don't
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail
The next, they try to ride my tail
They think they know me, but they don't
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail
The next, they try to ride my tail
Mad mouth runnin'
Consciousness gunnin'
Keepin' on track with those backbiters cunnin'
Keepin' in time
Day at a dime
Mention me 'spectfully three times; how stunnin'
Never say you love me to me face
I'm replaced - you stay on Earth and watch me hidin' out in stasis
Kick the brakes in
The Gobi burned but, chèrie, I come back to bite
Never turn your back or cheek before a Creature of the Night
That vein's too tight
Let's loosen it up a little bit
Rip it open with my teeth, but, lick it closed; sanguinist spit
Turning heads and lives and and worlds on end
Aristocrats don't keep track of every cent they spend
Charenton can't hold me
Queens obey, console G
Pickin' up the pieces, fightin' back until they're cold - fin
Mothers, too, will try to eat their young
Like I don't know what to do if they cut out my tongue
They think they know me, but they don't
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail
The next, they try to ride my tail
They think they know me, but they don't
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail
The next, they try to ride my tail
I'm on my Michelangelo
Not on my "Dollar-Grindin' Hoe"
I'm on that 'sidual income
Not on that "bouncin'; shootin' rum"
I had those hoe years, that's what's up
Club 27, fill my cup
Three and starving
13, 13, 13, 13, but no dirt-clean
I'm on that Woodrow Wilson, son
F*ck off, that Benjamin Franklin
I got that feline on my mind
That Herr Nelson got his own grind
I got a Tower
Got a Church
I got them Ash, Poplars, and Birch
I got the Forest for the Trees
I took the Drug, banished Disease
They think they know me, but they don't (Mmm)
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail (Hmm)
The next, they try to ride my tail (Aww)
They think they know me, but they don't
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail
The next, they try to ride my tail
Packin' that Uzi is weak
I'd rather speak
Brainwashin' makin' you tweak
A freak
Occult that I seek
Inherit that shit like I'm meek
Open like beak
Drivin' around in that sleek
Magical Girl like I'm DIC
Talent the shit, so I reek
Careful, your girl start to leak
When I'm caressin' her cheek
She coughin' like she gonna geek
Like she ascendin' that peak
Like I'm Ron Jeremy - TKE
Got a whole team keep me fleek
Stay in that light, ain't gon' sneak
Rulin' the world, call me Sheik
Prayin' that bed gonna creak
Beat you like Pledges gone Greek
Bury you until you shriek
Like you're a pipe and I'm Zeke
Stayin' on my winnin' streak
They think they know me, but they don't (Hmph)
They think they'll own me, but they won't
One day, they're praying that I'll fail
The next, they try to ride my tail
They think I'll break and I'll give in
They doubt a God, and that's a sin
One day they're praying that I'll leave
The next, their heart is on their sleeve
Awww
