Final Four 2 - Ea$y Money, Planet Asia, Rasco

Slapboxing with Tyson, mic stick like an ice pick

Rap marksman writing cyphers with knives in bricks

The gallows to the pits, bottom this, bitch

You scared of your shadow, go wade in the kiddie pool

This drool’s for adults, this spit’s for grownups

That get stitched and sowned up, persistence on a

Bonafide fortified persona

Corona sipping on kidney donor

Aroma of the inner city living on 'em

Barely performing, phenomenon swarming

Nom de plum hunting on and on and on and task dawning

Last one in the casket closing, raps unloading

Past going, keep going, repping Law-town, Boston

Uh, let’s take it back to my battle days

Open for anyone who wanna take a swing at me, I’m like the batting cage

Fuck all the gats you blaze and all ya accolades

Fuck all the stacks you raise, let’s hear the raps you made

Got fire for any track I blaze, rappers I line 'em up like a Saturday

They dropping the fattest shit make you light up the fattest J

Take a sip of the Henny, slap your mother and blow your dad away

Niggas is mad at me but they ain’t acting cray

Give 'em a clip in broad day, it’s not a matinee

I leave these cats amazed

Talking 'bout «don't I know you from elementary school?»

Go that-a-way

Ayo, legend has it my bloodline is a strain sent from alien cells trillions of

years before y’all niggas theories

Clearly I missed the memo

That you was in effect like I give a fuck

This is life this is not a demo

It’s a pigeon on my shoulder, should I kill it?

Expensive acrylic

Water raft rugbies in the Honda Civic, ganja in the tinted

Back to back plays, what’s the business?

My vice is taking a life with vengeance

Wisdom, knowledge my henchmen

We go for Gouda with flair, beware

The owner of the rhyme is a shooter

Break bread with your bredrens we boss hustle

We travel 'round the globe with the pirates and swashbucklers

Slick talk at your bitch quick, you niggas is biz quick

Dick spitting that sick shit

Steph Curry, chalk shooter, my aim is insane

So when these niggas act I give 'em the Ving Rhames

Ain’t a thing change, my lyrics is fine wine

Emotional niggas be crying on they timeline

Stop tweeting to get eaten, your ass beaten

No time for the bullshit, we past seeking

I known niggas for years that don’t fuck with us

I don’t matter to me, I don’t trust niggas

Now they heads bigger, I’m ready to pop something

We the best at it, my nigga, so stop fronting

Enter the void, child

Please allow my words to focus 'cause I spread sickness like a plague of

locusts with tuberculosis

Weed so strong you gotta blow my herb in doses

Doo-rag cover my dome, call 'em urban turbans

In '95, I was young sipping that Erk and Jerk and

Close-minded, now Í'm wide eyed like an open person

Word, that’s what knowledge of self do

Y’all are my sons, pray that your father accepts you

The flame fire flow, that shit’ll melt you

Please understand no one ever felt you

I hope these truths helped you, it’s up to you to execute

Lebron at the end of the game, y’all niggas never shoot

A chain robbery untraceable but mountain gold

Pants sag, gun too large for belts to hold

Near my goal, buzz, dividends and biz to show

The last king was B.I.G., that was 20 years ago

Let’s talk recently, who wanna sneak a shot

Last time I threw him something I hit him with a speakerbox

conviction

From whyling as a youth, took the risk in advance

Plus the whisky and branch got me frisky to dance

I don’t do a two step unless I switch up my stance

He was trying to keep it peaceful, I’m itchin' to flip

Me and Reks spreading sickness on some Michigan shit

Hardbody God body

Riot pump tactician quick to blast my shottie

A selfmade nigga, nothing can stop me

You a helpmade nigga wearing skirts and stockings

While you cyber thumb thugging we come through and we pop things

Heard you caught two in your arms, that what we call hot wings

All black heavy Chevy sitting on hot things

You youngsters need to do your homework

Before the season vets show you how the chrome work

I’m surgical with it

Cold-blooded, Eastside fool, I’m merciful with it

I’m surgical with it

Cold-blooded, Eastside fool, I’m merciful with it

Michigan native, burn something when I’m getting creative

My critical rage is contagious

Fam be like just page us

'cause they know I go loco and go solo

From the era where they roll momo’s on low pro’s

And do whatever when the dough go

Shout out to Detroit dojos

7 Mile & Trinity for vocals

I went on a killing spree

No remorse when I flow in course

Let somebody hold the torch when I’m going off

I can’t react for my habitat, I know the source

Unlike those that wrote me off, yeah