64 Straight by Verbal McMahon Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh huh
*Coughing*
64 Straight
Yo
[Verse: Verb]
I’m all about now, middle finger to your later
Hot as tropical equator, philosophical debater
Illogical behavior causing problems with the mayor
Got these rappers in the hospital laid up, labeled "The Savior"
I'm out to get mine and only mine, fuck the rest
My mind is fuckin stressed, bout time to puff the sess
Time to book a sesh, lunchtime eat your flesh
Loading up, hit refresh, posted up, lookin blessed, yes
Never mesh with the fools, never play by the rules
From a place where zombies give chase with the ghouls
Creep through the avenues, step around the pools
Of blood from cowboys involved in one too many duels
One too many pulls got my eyes on the floor
My mind through the roof, knockin on heaven’s door
Answer that, matter fact, cancel that
Sick with the pen, let 'em know I spit cancer rap
Glance at the stage, and if I decide to bring a dancer back
It’s lights out I put mics out when I panther black
Blackout, backout, I make you cats tap out
Avoid the scene and go the back route, I never act out
NY is the team whenever I bring the cap out
You’re soon to see the V on the screen, you know what that’s bout
About killin em I never had doubt, mad clout
Ever since I was brave enough to bring my raps out
Who want it? I be shooting jumpers, getting blunted
Keep a sharp eye, stupid hunters becomes the hunted
I got 99 problems don’t become the 100th
Reconsider, or you can consider your days numbered
10, I’m tryna reach a decade of excellence
Proving I’m the illest and my sick flow is the evidence
9, these cats think they got lives to spare
Breath taking raps now they deprived of air
8, they testing fate in my vicinity
Holy like the trinity, flowing for infinity
7, series clincher, pull out all the tricks
I’m the big hand on 12 and the small one on 6
5, give pound to they man if they alive
Once I arrive, they know they can’t survive
4, kicking through the door spittin raw
Moving forward with power, like power forwards that’s hardcore
Take it outside, I’m like Steve Nash with the 3
Master’s degree in slashin MCs
No sneak attacks, I always see 'em creepin
I'll split 'em in 2, now we can call it even
Walking my warpath, feel the wrath in the rhyme
What’s the body count? Check your math one time
On time with the rhythm, I rhyme with the wisdom
Of Peter Tosh on weed and wash away all your ism
Schism, bust the kinda verse to beat the system
Babylon, flow long and strong like the Amazon
Word, who bring action like Verb?
My faction superb, reactions absurd
This is a warning to gentlemen, ladies
I’m crazy, closet stuffed with skeletons daily
I'm slim built like Eminem made me
Fuck you, pay me, benjamins baby
I want it all, yeah I want it all
I'm shining while I’m riding, down the haunted hall
3rd and A, that’s the corner store
I'm hitting game winners, but I never taunt at all
Just let my game speak, I let my name peak
Like a mountain, in my freshman year became greek
Camel clutch, body slam, Iron Sheik
Catch me in the cut, with the fam, eyeing freaks
What?
Mad Scientist...
The Beat Factory
Yeah, uh, Lower East Side, what up, what up?
Yeah, let it rock
Uh huh
*Coughing*
64 Straight
Yo
[Verse: Verb]
I’m all about now, middle finger to your later
Hot as tropical equator, philosophical debater
Illogical behavior causing problems with the mayor
Got these rappers in the hospital laid up, labeled "The Savior"
I'm out to get mine and only mine, fuck the rest
My mind is fuckin stressed, bout time to puff the sess
Time to book a sesh, lunchtime eat your flesh
Loading up, hit refresh, posted up, lookin blessed, yes
Never mesh with the fools, never play by the rules
From a place where zombies give chase with the ghouls
Creep through the avenues, step around the pools
Of blood from cowboys involved in one too many duels
One too many pulls got my eyes on the floor
My mind through the roof, knockin on heaven’s door
Answer that, matter fact, cancel that
Sick with the pen, let 'em know I spit cancer rap
Glance at the stage, and if I decide to bring a dancer back
It’s lights out I put mics out when I panther black
Blackout, backout, I make you cats tap out
Avoid the scene and go the back route, I never act out
NY is the team whenever I bring the cap out
You’re soon to see the V on the screen, you know what that’s bout
About killin em I never had doubt, mad clout
Ever since I was brave enough to bring my raps out
Who want it? I be shooting jumpers, getting blunted
Keep a sharp eye, stupid hunters becomes the hunted
I got 99 problems don’t become the 100th
Reconsider, or you can consider your days numbered
10, I’m tryna reach a decade of excellence
Proving I’m the illest and my sick flow is the evidence
9, these cats think they got lives to spare
Breath taking raps now they deprived of air
8, they testing fate in my vicinity
Holy like the trinity, flowing for infinity
7, series clincher, pull out all the tricks
I’m the big hand on 12 and the small one on 6
5, give pound to they man if they alive
Once I arrive, they know they can’t survive
4, kicking through the door spittin raw
Moving forward with power, like power forwards that’s hardcore
Take it outside, I’m like Steve Nash with the 3
Master’s degree in slashin MCs
No sneak attacks, I always see 'em creepin
I'll split 'em in 2, now we can call it even
Walking my warpath, feel the wrath in the rhyme
What’s the body count? Check your math one time
On time with the rhythm, I rhyme with the wisdom
Of Peter Tosh on weed and wash away all your ism
Schism, bust the kinda verse to beat the system
Babylon, flow long and strong like the Amazon
Word, who bring action like Verb?
My faction superb, reactions absurd
This is a warning to gentlemen, ladies
I’m crazy, closet stuffed with skeletons daily
I'm slim built like Eminem made me
Fuck you, pay me, benjamins baby
I want it all, yeah I want it all
I'm shining while I’m riding, down the haunted hall
3rd and A, that’s the corner store
I'm hitting game winners, but I never taunt at all
Just let my game speak, I let my name peak
Like a mountain, in my freshman year became greek
Camel clutch, body slam, Iron Sheik
Catch me in the cut, with the fam, eyeing freaks
What?
Mad Scientist...
The Beat Factory
Yeah, uh, Lower East Side, what up, what up?
Yeah, let it rock