Junkyard Fight Scene (Russian Roulettte 2012)

Текст песни The Alchemist and Durag Dynasty - Junkyard Fight Scene (Russian Roulettte 2012)

Since birth I've been reppin' the turf
The dark shadow, Shallow Hal
Bleeding pen pal, I need to see it first
Intangible, blow wig, manageable
Nod, eat the chief
Blow the steam, blow the ox out
She want my piece of tea
My fiends feed off the lead off pitcher
Pitch a no hitter, bleed off the scene I sent ya
It goes baby mini Mac, spittin' similac seizure
The house, the car, the baby sitter, amnesia
Invented by the bullshit I twitted, follow me close
I'll lead you to my office of murder, gattin' at those
Flamingos, Pablo Costo with all the gringos
A Starr like Ringo, my shots like free throws
Shiverin' in they boots, with? is destitute
Like the scripture of the garden of eden
Forbidden fruit
The roots are resolute
High definition needing no repetition
Fancy bitches in high boots

Thinkin' is digital
Smokescreen sneak attack, mind like water
Bone crusher, blood spiller, what you think of that?
Comin' up with all types of shit
I don't even write no more I just let Dr. Dre write my shit
My squad is impossible odds, with the posture of God
Shocked by high tropical charge, we blow skittles
Coke dribble, wrote riddles and quotes
Army cold killers of the Coast, poppin' the most
My stee' is to get the pot cookin'
Catch you slippin' and hop up out the bushes when you not lookin'
What you try'na prove, you just a molecule
I drop charcoal and start barbecuin' all of you
Artists marchin', parched and we taught 'em the article
No comicals, we just body niggas, promise you

Flow tiller, killer gorilla
Godzilla, peel a onion head nigga for scrilla
No filler, thriller, moonwalk, mashed potato
Clark Gable, stable, two step shatter and strangle
Gold cable dangle, durag under the fitted
Gold kitted, spit it special at a diva delicious
Blowin' kisses, this is pure pathetic
Fresh phonetics, style embedded
From arrogant rock, don't sweat it, let it
Simmer and sit, my glimmering gift
Curse niggas with a present now you swimmin' in shit
Shit, it's the Backwoods, military, cobra khan
Twisted off of monkey brains, dumpin' out the firearms
Get your riot on, Rodney King
Rock heavy bling and break Cali out of the bing
We the illest, cocaine crack rap concealers
Mac millers, ready to clap at wack niggas