Goatit

[Intro] Yeah... Caltroit shit Phat Kat AKA Ron Pat P.A.  Ronnie Cash – yeah... uh – [Verse 1: Phat Kat] Yeah, you know I had to get 'em Phat Kat AKA Ronnie Cash, 'bout that Wickham Wrong place, wrong time, caught in a fucked up position On that ass like a Pit when a master says "sic 'em" Amber Alert filed, 'cause your ass came up missin' Found three days later, your head needed some massive stitchin' You're lucky, 'cause your family could be goin' casket pickin' I'm in styled wear, rollin' bud, watchin' the asses jigglin' Call me Ronnie Cash 'cause I'm filthy rich in the mind Life's so bright, so no need for ice to shine 20 years in the game, still sharp with the rhymes Spank little nigga, send him home cryin' to they moms Got 3 hundred an 13 ways to rip y'all apart Where should I start? Niggas not true to the art When they really need to focus on their flows and they timin' Up in their videos shinin', rockin' the conflict diamonds Rewind what I said and let that shit sink in Too many rappers rappin' but really they need to be fans Rewind what I said and let the shit sink in Too many rappers rappin' but really they need to be fans (Yeah!) [Hook: Black Milk] That's how we do We go at it – watch us do it to you Don't panic – we got y'all doin' it too So savage – shit might ruin ya crew Mo' havoc – got a little cock-and-shoot Go at it – watch us do what we do Don't panic – we got y'all doin' it too So savage – shit might ruin ya crew We go at it – go! We go at it – go! [Verse 2: Elzhi] You know the pharaoh, fold doe deniro The flow is thorough, I let it go like a bow and arrow I've always kept a slick chick, quick to grow a halo Hoppin' on my thick dick stick with no apparel I affect minds, the way I connect lines Respect mines, my neck shines like electrons So is the wrist, the poet insists He fold a nigga just to show that his shoulders can kiss And any fool is lost, once a rhyme is out my book took Watch him look shook as a dual exhaust I'm cruel, of course, if you make me blow my cool and frost *Blap-blap...* – then the tool is tossed See, my rep's malicious, if you step, then I'm kept suspicious I might've crept 'til you slept with fishes Y'all really need to practice twice I axe and dice 'til the track is sliced like the back of Christ I'm still – tight and skilled, you will frighten My grill spill writin', it might be how lightnin' feel, for real I've gotten used to me havin' a loose screw Way back when Marley Marl produced for the Juice Crew I need two chicks that's down for the deuce screw I'll make it three, mistakenly You thought I wouldn't break your knee And your back spine Then I'm back grindin' like a nigga takin' E I need my dough sittin' high in bills But for now, I'll take a ho sittin' high in high-end heels When this hitman for hire kills,  He leave the buildin' like fire drills And skate off when the tires peel [Hook: Black Milk] That's how we do We go at it – watch us do what we do Don't panic – we got y'all doin' it too So savage – shit might ruin ya crew Mo' havoc – got a little cock-and-shoot We go at it – go! We go at it – go! [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Yo, I got it – Belligerently, deliberately, diligently, skillfully dispense artillery Shell cases pile up your facility My photo look like LoboCop, my fo'-fo' pop like Robo Pierce your logo on your Polo, split your Domo Arigato pronto Ask how I flash, mash, smash, slash gas half-assed fags' fans fast With the axe, just like Tonto Get scalped, clowned, stomped out, knocked out – it's that simple Raise your hands, you'll see stars just like King Hippo Mayday, runaway – we Pearl Harbor shit all day Got harder armor, come and bomb ya, harm ya, blow your crew away Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Walkie Talkie for more back-up Tell them motherfuckas, better send some niggas meaner Death Star rock star, pull up like a cop car Hop out and when niggas run up, blow you Allahu Akbar Leave your back charred  Nigga, please – you ain't spittin' shit, my dick get mo' hard California push the line like the Coast Guard Real niggas, real spitters, it's time to Bogart Fuck the labels, radio, anybody get it Pop my Glock out on you niggas like that 'Hell Date' midget Get twisted, more statistics Stretched out, chalked out, reminiscent of hieroglyphics My Souls Of Mischief flow's malicious It's Bishop, motherfuckers – TiVo it if you missed it [Outro: Black Milk] Yeah! Slow it down... slow it down... slow it down... Yeah... switch it up on 'em What I want you to do Lemme see you just bounce Bounce, nigga... yeah, bounce... yeah! Black Milk Elzhi Phat Kat My nigga Bishop Go!