G Lanes - Sadat X, Roc Marciano

Roc Marci’s my man, we gon collab

GP throw the beat on the grill like a slab

We gon eat

My man P say «give 'em hands and feet»

I think we will

Every shot got to be a kill, no survivors

All of your riders get hit in the brain

Me and Roc Marci, who could fit in this lane?

A collab’s supposed to be fab

Off the rip, it should grab

Pulsate and nab your ear drums

The song now becomes part of your daily

Rotate in the car, iPod and the crib

Should be food for the ribs

Subject to background check

Respect given only if you stay driven

Show how you living

Your aura

Not some shit you threw in the drawer

And pulled out on a studio date

Done right it could be a classic

Done wrong and its an ordinary song

I can’t afford that

The song is a bullet

And if i get pressed i have to pull it

You know it has to be a kill

Bring out captains, lieutenants

Evacuate the tenants

Alert the media

Social networks and the internet jerks

A little controversy, it works

It awakens the masses

Me with my glasses

Nobody, but me and the god Dadi

Ride the track on the trolley

Flow as a glass at the Sony

The lab is the after party

His the ass or the graphic with the sharpie

Moving with the brothers rocking rugby’s

Bubbly

Living up hitting spliffs getting chubby

Sessions with the legends, Porsche 911's

With expression

We used to make the same as James Evans

Throw another Heinekein back

The line’s wire tapped

Fire the mac that inspired the rap

The fire caps your dime like a Bermuda fly trap

Light the dime bag

Spit it nice, never rhyme bad

And mix the ice with the Cognac

This is historic, dipped the dicks in Taurus

You fucking with the two top scorers