Motown 25 Lyrics

[Verse 1: Elzhi]
I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears
They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers
Catch a thunder bolt
Pockets stay lump from hundred notes
Stunnin' quotes, make you run ya coat while the sun's afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's
It feel as I'll as concealin' drills in the knee caps
Your funny style get three snaps in the circle
When off the purple and greens
I'm higher than the jeans on Erkel, then I murk you
Bust techs, the lead sparkin now who be my next head target
I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror
And if I hear ya, I'll appear clearer
Extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound I'm, pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic
The way my pen'll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blasted
Son is a
Prob, rob funds from ya publishin'
While his dogs put his guns to ya, like the Punisher
Or the Terminator, flow is harder than a German major midterm paper
The kid burns the saber
Strikin' cats
How you want it? Gats, spike or bats?
I know you likin' that, stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
Niggas vomitin', bowels moving, they can't hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Club ya spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us layin' down a law just as raw as a craw fish
You met your death and although
I took away your breath and I ran I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
You little niggas can't touch me baby
Okay, maybe Jay-Z or maybe not
Pardon if I sound lazy, I've been puffin' crazy
Writin' Puffs shit so motherf*cker, f*ck you, pay me
Or lay down in your feces
My guns talk, I'm speechless
My Pen's that Teller I bends that fella, now peep this
I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with
Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
He's sick, I'm sick
I'm sick of how sick he is
He's sick of how sick me is
Me, baby me, sickest in the D
Since the Slim Shady LP
I can f*ck, that's what ladies tell me
'83 I was f*ckin', I was six
Head in my momma's daycare, yeah, that was nothin'/nuttin', I'm the shit
Back into my rhyme again
Niggas call me arrogant, that's because I'm confident
I found it when I found a pen
Three deals later, three meals later, tryin' to win
About to be signed again, that's right I'm 'bout to clown again
Knock, knock, who is that?
It's the cat that'll snap
Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat
Ha ha ha, I'm back, matter of fact I've never left
Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it
Haters left this, boy no choice but to blow
f*ck another hoe from on another pole, f*ck it yo
f*ck a flow, I'm about gettin' money fast, while you rappin'
Or perhaps you hustlin' sucka slow
Ice glow, sticky green, put you on sicky team
Ca-pone, put powerful white boy, wicked cream
Get him straight if he leans, 50 fiends in a line
Nickle Nine, been around
Niggas you would kneel around
From a Milan to Iran I'm a don
Now when I'm around niggas calmin' down
Eatin' like it Ramadan

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