MATHEMATICS - Men Of Respect lyrics
rate mefeat. Raekwon, Method Man, Termanology, Cappadonna, Eyes Low & Bad Luck
Back with another one, this hip hop shit ain’t over
The wu brought it back I told you
This chef shit is hard, the hip hop critics is dickheads
They rather see shallam in the yard
Writing rhymes that’s soft as cotton
We can never ever see that
The niggas flows grows is poppin
First verse I be ready to get clowns
Catching the hallways, the worst look get laid down
Hey yo, I rhyme for the shooters and boosters
Get money churchmen, or loosers
Respect my wu shit,
Regardless if you see me on tv, 3d, hd
I’ma stay safe and rake beats
This time I’m a bastard swordsman
Who put in that work, real quick
Then I’m rappin the boston
Don’t try to get in my way
Any rapper, any herb I’ma blow you like herbs and lick
Fuck a cell phone plan with a ring I get a hundred dollars
Five dubs in the whip of my way to holler
Yeah I do credits, but not the type you get in college
My niggas can’t afford benzes, so we rip impalas
Tints on the windows, lookin like the d’s
Got the dope boys nervous when they see me in the street
Fuck the holler and the wax, you can see me if it’s beef
Hollywood will load the gate and put the babies in his fleece
I’m a creature with the piece, I used to sell x on the west coast
Now I get it cheaper on the east
I’ve been around the world like lisa stansbury
Tv with the goosenecks, goosenecks to the cranberry
Got the clan ready with the 10 chevy, keep my grams heavy
Slap a bitch ass, doggy style like my hand’s heavy
G up in my swag, tough talk will get your man buried
Blow the last dragon, part 2, nigga, fists of fury
I could care less if you’re well known shooters
100 guns, 100 clips but you still can’t move
It’s been a while since you heard a nigga gtom Bk
Representin the village, known for lettin this heat spray
First grip we flipped took la weekend, 3 days
Whole team runnin round like ps with ak’s
9 different types of drugs, slippin em 5 ways
I pop your head off, leave your brains on the sidewalk
My 40 cal a rearrange to your sidetalk?
Where I go, my team they gonna follow
Top model hoes, with no game, they gonna swallow
Got a lotta foes that’s why my aim be on hollow
Die before I let you violate, nigga, live by the motto
Pimpin through lanes poppin
At this rate, I’m gonna miss it, I might not witness tomorrow
[Hook] x 2
You say you gagnster? Yeah I’m a gangster
You pop that thang? Yeah I pop that thang
Your clip on empty? My clip on empy
Your clique gon bang? Yeah my clique gon bang
Look, I hit a weed spot
Bypass niggas with broke guns and cheap shots
Outlastin niggas with no punch, y’all eat cock
Get too cocky, the heat cock
You wanna walk a mile in my shoes, you need socks
You need not call out a g, cause he’s not
They plain with a pussy, I’ma show em the g spot
This dude’s a meth head, I’ll show him the detox
Lookin johhny with his old ass
I’m still schoolin the whole class
The kids in the hall, you get no pass
Ice hit the eye like a cold flash
Niggas hopin I don’t spazz
Speak for the have nots and don’t haves
Fuck it, I’m through nigga, fuck theyir worlds
Meth clutch the mic, bitch niggas clutch their pearls
Tonight I ain’t feeling no ice stares
If you want it, I’m right here, staten island we don’t fight fair
[Hook] x 2
You say you gagnster? Yeah I’m a gangster
You pop that thang? Yeah I pop that thang
Your clip on empty? My clip on empy
Your clique gon bang? Yeah my clique gon bang
As a youn lil homie, I used to sell crack
I used to run in the front of the building and come out the back
Lil homie on the block with the fly ass gear
Me and my crew used to shop around union square
Ay yo, I never ever knew I would become and EMC
Now everybody on the block be amazed at me
Because I rock the mic moste efinitely
Throw darts and I get fly on you, you know my steez
Buy 25 high, yo I stay low key
And if I have to pop something, it’s not my fault
I ain’t tell y’all niggas try to crack my vault
I’m the new terorist rapper, the main assult
You dickular on your back, elbow a nigga
Thought through wu tank lyrical kung fu
Death when you enter, all ym nigga will hunt you
Peace to the gods, one, two, one, two
Million dollar voice box, it’s your choice ox
The face ox cut off, like tank tops
My motivation is money and mass murdering
While you still provin you nice in rap tournaments
I be all smooth with the ice and bad burners
And plottin on takin your life
Look how I lure them in
Get drunk smoke ashes up out the urn again
Axe murderin journalist for the words they write
Mathematics crafted the baet called term to spit
Cause I set fire to shit like a furnace lit
I pack german clips, stash box in the whip
Four door optimus prime, transformer shit
Call the coronoer, caskets for half prife
Bodies in the trunk, movin through the mass pike
It’s all now, cause in law town
We roll with premature babies
We carry four pounds.
