Motown 25 (feat. Royce DA 599)

[Elzhi]
I end careers, years
Pierce ears fierce with spears
They say Im gifted
Get lifted like the beers in Cheers
Catch a thunder bolt
Pockets stay lump from hundred notes
Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the suns afloat
Prehaps, my skill is real as G Raps
It feel as ill
As concealing drills in the knee caps
Your funny style get three snaps
In the circle when off the purple and greens
Im higher than the jeans on Erkel
Then I murk you
Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target
I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet
Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you
Ill appear clearer
Extend both arms and pull you nearer
Pound for pound
Im, pretty live on the mic
And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25
Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price
Im nice, keep a knot swole on dice
Grin is sarcastic
The way my penll spark acid on the bar
Whether in the crib or the car, blast it
Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher
While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher
Or the Terminator
Flow is harder
Than a German major midterm paper
The kid burns the saber
Striking cats, how you want it
Gats, spike or bats
I know you liking that
Stay sharper than Viking hats
Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish
*****s vomiting, bowels moving , they cant hold piss
El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam
Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine
Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us
You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish
You met your death and although
I took away your breath and I ran
I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto
[Royce Da 59']
You little *****s cant touch me baby
Okay, maybe Jay-Z or maybe not
Pardon if I sound lazy
Ive been puffing crazy
Writing Puffs shit so mutha****a **** you, pay me
Or lay down in your feces
My guns talk, Im speechless
My Pens that Teller
I bends that fella, now peep this
I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with
Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split
Hes sick, Im sick
Im sick of how sick
He is, hes sick of how sick me, is me, baby me
Sickest in the D, since the Slim Shady LP
I can ****, thats what ladies tell me
83 I was ****ing, I was six
Head in my mommas daycare, yeah, that was nothing, Im the shit
Back into my rhyme again, *****s call me arrogant
Thats because Im confident, I found it when I found a pen
Three deals later
Three meals later, tryna win
About to be signed again, thats right Im bout to clown again
Knock, knock, who is that
Its the cat thatll snap
Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat
Ha ha ha
Im back, matter of fact Ive never left
Those who say they aint expect it, cant accept it
Haters left this
Boy no choice but to blow
**** another ho from onanother pole, **** a show
**** a flow, Im about getting money fast
While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow
Ice glow, sticky green
Bush on sicky team
Capone, put powerful white boy, wicked cream
Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line
Nickel Nine, been around, *****s you would kneel around
From Milan to Iran Im a don
Now when Im around *****s calming down eating like its Ramadan