Git Em
[Verse:]
[?] Round earth like papa did
Ass got me out somewhere
Rubber v out here live campaigning i ain't bout no job
Save it don't get a high flavour
Fowlers in me kapow we get back out the oven with the special
Turn each other direction and let it echo
Reverb with your falsetto where we be is niggas capping the cheese, et al
[/] world life
How bout i hit you with a household sock with a hole in it the big toe
With a genuine flow [/] against the dough kinda shit huh
Money spent pocket full a lent still a cold killer with a rhyme dealer
In a flicking 3D
Supreme must be in my genes if i dee my queen jumping incredible breathe
Just yes believe i'm a fresh MC cook with my own recipe til i'm resting in peace. peace
I was thugh for this , calibrated with a natural sense for the beef
When I speak is like the offense
So niggas they get tense tryna run to prevent
But my two minute drill kill for real i'm Hassaan Mackey & Kev Brown still the ill
Lil nigga from the pg county peace to my main nigga o cause he sound me
Rap nigga soft like they bathe in downy need to get the fuck from round me
I lays it down to the amazing sound
Bam let the axe spill rusty cadillac starting to sound like a caterpillar
Greenfield rotten with a mean til no snaps on the refill
Slang ish in the hood all day
Niggas only press to press play
Worth the chronic out in east la
Hot bitch like barefooted chantae
Up the ish out you then dig it out like
Im branding the state then escape
Hey what up world
Tell me what it look like
What it is what it do. como ta livou
I don't give a whoop let alone give a fuck
Bout anybody hating all i do is spread love
And when i'm in the booth i ain't nothing but the truth
Not to be feeling myself, you can touch me too
Like you was reading braille
Im on some ray charles shit
Ima let it do what it do is bout you baby
You know what you heard twice
And the sky strike some stripes
And you miss the fan how you  prepared to mic
And ima show em what time it is
Giving off flow in a dojo full a karate kids, accurate
Ain't that a blip, had a matic and mcs scallow when i add about a
Born in the year of the horse so a nigga galloping
Dmv style em with the brand new balances
Young brawl like shaolin wack niggas coward
Rhymes stand tall were kind of overpowering
Can't study throwing up joints i'm not feeling
Yall mc's like your brothers in top building
Yea kev brown chill my [?] dose off and rode out out left four bars to fill in
Two bars left to inject the venom
My whole crew’s nice its low budget get em