RED RUM

Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in the city Time the get this shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty Tell 'em how it goes, wipe me down, no time for hoes Style filfty, wit da glo, illest nigg fa sure Hit me in da mornin', be sellin' dem shows Bet, bring it just da same, probably switch up wit da flow Didn't know, talent is, anything, say I can Nike "Just Do It!", dream chasin', pursuin' Keep away from da fake, rather be secluded Tell da industry, comin', better make some room, I'm, Takin' trophies when I leave, mean they heads tucked in ma sleeve Have da usual guys, n' brains, tell 'em fetch my order please Better make it quick, 'fore cause a scene Could slaughter wit a eight, rather butcher a sixteen Get the kickin' open doors, move out da way, feel da force Rap game hungry, shows, time for T. da blow Feed their hungers, rhythm and flow, secure da bag, go Everything else is irrelevant, except ma greens Let's rock 'n' roll Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city Time da get dis shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty Check it Nic nac paddy wac hit 'em wit a "haha" Gotta dumb it down, gone be hard for T. da clone Put dis shit up in a dome, hunger games eat 'em all Chess not checkers, maneuver, steps ahead, leave 'em clueless Spit like a ak, shit too easy Ain't dissin', sounds like the game really needs me Why fight it, All y'all gotta do, go, concede me Time da do a sweep, call the maids handle da cleanin' First things first, hand out the orders Sargent, address 'em as da ape, slaughters Psycho, tell 'em yo prepare for some touture Spittin' wit no bars damn need da know who taught ya Say, "T., you a mutha fuckin' animal" Reply, "nah just can't do how I do" Come in da booth, hit da mic, let off da tool New boss in dis bitch, "Makin' da rules" Un Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city Time da get dis shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty This, "The Test Run", niggas deaf dumb Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!" Murder dem, Decapitation, Medusa, heads off Royce session, f*ck addressin', take da torch Takin' off, no randy moss, takin' yards Comin' charged, Can't lay da bars Dont get involved, wont pass da test #1, Or at they necks, Ain't a spitter, ain't a threat Milli hand out da check-mate No effort, Just ate, does it night 'n' day The Test Run, niggas deaf dumb Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!" The Test Run, niggas deaf dumb Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!" I am, to good wit dis, go head, quit While y'all still can, if not da end Y'all won't win, run that back again Fully understand, Make me force ma hand Better alter y'all plans, woke up da champ Chew 'em up m&m's, look, I'm here Thought it was clear, one last time Here on out, Game is mine Won't hear y'all out, get off my lines 55 Me seeing ma prime, bet this shit age like fine wine (Swear!) Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city Time da get dis shit no litty, itty, bitty, piggy Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty Test Run, niggas deaf dumb Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum" T-test Run, niggas deaf dumb Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!" (Ahaha) Un