Black Hammer, White Lightning - Soul Khan, Marv Won

I know how it feels to go from an alto

To outcast like a dude out in some southpole

I smile like al roker as I lounge in my alcove

Sonny, I will crush your horsepower to alpo

Far as the q and a, skip it for the interviews

This is not the interim or filler for the interludes

Or outros, it’s a household remedy

For anything you sweating or been living through

I’m kinda skinny

But I’m still broad shouldered enough

For me to throw your broad over and fuck

I should crossover?

Please, homie, cross over to what?

That’s a nice way of telling me to openly suck

But I’m tired of the same set of gimmicks

And how you motherfuckers all sound alike

Y’all reminding me of game 7 tickets

If you play the big wig, then you gonna get scalped tonight

See it’s about time that you learn what you’ve been missing

With them screwface drums that be murdering your system

Ill, how ill?

It’s a terminal condition

We the most raw from the borough to the mitten

Back on the scene, Black hammer, white lightning

All you’ll see is black hammers white light, then

You’ll be laying with your feet up

At the pearly gates, chillin with Saint Peter

Yeah I’m a beast bro, but where is Joey Greco?

A lot of these rappers out here are cheaters

They getting over on the game

The in-crowd is here now it’s over for you lames

Bad cop, worse cop patrolling the lanes

Cut from a different cloth, we are not the same

See I’m concerned bout the chips, Poncho

SK’s a great white shooter call him Hondo

Mutilate your girl’s thirst like Brawndo

And we’re both bender, we’re not from Toronto

Pay what you owe pronto

Cause you don’t want to see us rush in for that money, Alonzo