They (feat. Charlie Homez)

BARS Heavy Hittaz L.C. Kent, 319; Little Chicago Charlie Homez on the beat Take… 11 - at 11:11 That makes sense You lip-service-payin' Fight Club motherfucker It's like I keep sayin', I don't want your succor See that light, shining bright, bringing up the rear view Got 1 to 10D sight and a righteous, bangin' ass crew Gellin' out my own lamps Hookin' up my own amps Buildin' up my own set Collectin' my own bet Workin' on my sick rhymes Spacin' out my dick times Keepin' up those tick dimes Steerin'clear those Rick signs I got No Shame and that's why I keep cummin' You can take his phone, Dame, but he'll still keep hummin' When you find the right light, you get in the right bay If it won't be tonight, it'll for sure happen someday Singin' out my new songs Rightin' all the old wrongs Smile when that flash click Jumpin' on that new dick Make that puppy sit down Wearing out my new crown You can choose to sit, frown But this town is Our Town They think they know me, but they don't They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail The next, they try to ride my tail They think they know me, but they don't They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail The next, they try to ride my tail Mad mouth runnin' Consciousness gunnin' Keepin' on track with those backbiters cunnin' Keepin' in time Day at a dime Mention me 'spectfully three times; how stunnin' Never say you love me to me face I'm replaced - you stay on Earth and watch me hidin' out in stasis Kick the brakes in The Gobi burned but, chèrie, I come back to bite Never turn your back or cheek before a Creature of the Night That vein's too tight Let's loosen it up a little bit Rip it open with my teeth, but, lick it closed; sanguinist spit Turning heads and lives and and worlds on end Aristocrats don't keep track of every cent they spend Charenton can't hold me Queens obey, console G Pickin' up the pieces, fightin' back until they're cold - fin Mothers, too, will try to eat their young Like I don't know what to do if they cut out my tongue They think they know me, but they don't They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail The next, they try to ride my tail They think they know me, but they don't They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail The next, they try to ride my tail I'm on my Michelangelo Not on my "Dollar-Grindin' Hoe" I'm on that 'sidual income Not on that "bouncin'; shootin' rum" I had those hoe years, that's what's up Club 27, fill my cup Three and starving 13, 13, 13, 13, but no dirt-clean I'm on that Woodrow Wilson, son F*ck off, that Benjamin Franklin I got that feline on my mind That Herr Nelson got his own grind I got a Tower Got a Church I got them Ash, Poplars, and Birch I got the Forest for the Trees I took the Drug, banished Disease They think they know me, but they don't (Mmm) They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail (Hmm) The next, they try to ride my tail (Aww) They think they know me, but they don't They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're prayin' that I'll fail The next, they try to ride my tail Packin' that Uzi is weak I'd rather speak Brainwashin' makin' you tweak A freak Occult that I seek Inherit that shit like I'm meek Open like beak Drivin' around in that sleek Magical Girl like I'm DIC Talent the shit, so I reek Careful, your girl start to leak When I'm caressin' her cheek She coughin' like she gonna geek Like she ascendin' that peak Like I'm Ron Jeremy - TKE Got a whole team keep me fleek Stay in that light, ain't gon' sneak Rulin' the world, call me Sheik Prayin' that bed gonna creak Beat you like Pledges gone Greek Bury you until you shriek Like you're a pipe and I'm Zeke Stayin' on my winnin' streak They think they know me, but they don't (Hmph) They think they'll own me, but they won't One day, they're praying that I'll fail The next, they try to ride my tail They think I'll break and I'll give in They doubt a God, and that's a sin One day they're praying that I'll leave The next, their heart is on their sleeve Awww