Launch A Shot - Molemen, KAOS

Yo, check it out

Uh, yeah, South side nigga

What?

all my live niggas

What?

all my live niggas

All my live niggas, yo, yo yo

Guard your shot

Whether it’s on or not

Guard your block

Beef then storm the spot

Alarm the cops

Stick you then pawn your watch

No fake shit, real MC’s born to rock

Oh God, I get charged out of nowhere

Battlin' me is like Afghanistan, nobody want to go there

Especially when I’m charged off the cannibus toke

Puff the dutch too much, lungs damaged with smoke

You can front on the lyrics but you know they sound strong

I walk down the blocks these bitch niggas ain’t found on

Diss me, get clowned on

That’s how it happen

I bomb shit, no nonsense, my style of rappin'

So vicious, perfect, flawless, no glitches

And after the show, I’m shacked up with yo mistress

Yo bitches!

I’m runnin' game heavily

To broads I’m Barry Bonds, I’m tryin' to hit 70

Memo came to me with the hot track

Said, «I heard you rock phat.»

Asked for dope lyrics, shit I got that

Hardcore, fly the Condor

Who want war?

Impress the crowd and make 'em scream «Encore»

Niggas

Guard your shot

Whether it’s on or not

Guard your block

Beef then storm the spot

Alarm the cops

Stick you then pawn your watch

No fake shit, real MC’s born to rock

Yo, y’all niggas talkin' bout the street life but really couldn’t live it

Watch your back punk, you might catch bullets in it

These cats pussy like Monistat, bomb your rap

Your album’s faker than Michael Jackson’s skin, I can’t honor that

The hungriest

Technique like the drunken fist

Lyrical cunningness, all haters can suck a dick

I ain’t adjust shit homes, I beg your pardon

Don’t address the Sargent, I bring death like The Headless Horseman

Raw rhymes like P, I’m 'bout that

Me without skills, like the ghetto without crack

How’s about that

I just snap like bra straps

Test me, I hunger for blood

Get your jaw tapped

Who dares to try to master

Walkin' fire hazard

Natural disaster, blast ya

To you nerd fucks who think you mastered the art

Go back to The Yellow Brick Road and get you some heart

Plus lyrically, or on the street, you don’t want the ruckus

I rain on Tin Man MC’s and leave them rusted

Metaphor forever raw, lyrical predator

Go to war like He-Man and Skeletor

And fuck wack, cause dope is all I settle for

I play the rap game until I get a better score

And right now my niggas lookin' like a blow out

Grab the mic and show out never hold out

No doubt

Guard your shot

Whether it’s on or not

Guard your block

Beef then storm the spot

Alarm the cops

Stick you then pawn your watch

No fake shit, real MC’s born to rock

Guard your shot

Whether it’s on or not

Guard your block

Beef then storm the spot

Alarm the cops

Stick you then pawn your watch

No fake shit, real MC’s born to rock

I’ve been in this shit since Rakim was Fiendin' for Mics

When gold chains was the shit, nobody’s thinkin' of ice

When the music bang hard, no debatin' it’s soul

Then the labels got sheist and took creative control

Now we got senior rappers

Lo and behold

Gettin' rich off lies and borrowed flows

Can’t record and snap

But I’m advanced like a cordless lamp

I make your crew look inferior with a chorus chant

So who want it?

I make the Earth lose orbit

Chicago talk shit and lose your life for it

Guard your shot

Whether it’s on or not

Guard your block

Beef then storm the spot

Alarm the cops

Stick you then pawn your watch

No fake shit, real MC’s born to rock

Guard your shot

Whether it’s on or not

Guard your block

Beef then storm the spot

Alarm the cops

Stick you then pawn your watch

No fake shit, real MC’s born to rock