MOOK VS ARTY

[Intro] Uh, Act Lo shit DITCD, what up? Astra, nigga, haha Yo Huh, this shit crazy Yo [Verse] Me and my bitch ate Valentine's dinner then watched Smack DVD I put her on the Mook vs. Party Arty, and she asked why I don't party hardly This rap shit ain't a hobby I'm in the booth spittin' retardedly, feel like 50 on "Heat", every bar feels like a new car to me I feel like P when he wrote "Return of the Mack" Might just flood shit like Max, I want my name talked about from the barber shop to your bitches' group chat Told Karsh Capper he's hired, now let's go and shoot that Silk glow, pocket square for the blowback No Selmy, I'm stabbin' niggas like New Jack Tell niggas to they face that you and your crew wack Ain't just bars, my nigga, we really do that Know some niggas that'll feel attacked, the talent is vast At your expense, we laugh, this comedy has a terrible cast Seen some niggas' faces that I wanna plant to the mat Came to make art that's abstract Peace treaties, we past that, your numbers low within the Nasdaq Got one on the head and two at the shaft The fruits of bein' a master of my craft It's just energy that I attract, to me, these niggas got to adapt Niggas can hate, it's a blessin' that y'all react Them statements, y'all gotta redact Came in the ring in Dunks like the Killa Beez We all can't be big, somebody gotta be ceased And to be fair, that's not gonna be me I been had my degrees, chose street dreams over Ivy League Now my ego gotta be appeased, and that's pricey Niggas tried playin' Chess when the situation is dicey Friend or foe, I don't take the people kindly Told niggas they can't out-grind me (Nah) Choppin' the game down to the white meat Dice with perfect symmetry Crucifyin' niggas like Undertaker in the Corporate Ministry [Outro] Ayy I swear, this shit too easy, man, yo