CT 2 Shaolin

[Verse 1: Chris Webby] It’s lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin’ Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin This bull’s running plays on the court like Phil Jackson I am mad raw, fucker, better back off Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shoot at least six times Connecticut to Shaolin, show ‘em what the bounce is Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid It’s that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can’t stand the others Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover Walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi’s mother, uh [Verse 2: Method Man] Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5 Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city We vibe, no commercial interruptions, we live Warning, see now that you have entered the zone Professionals at work, do not attempt this at home All I need’s a verse and a minute when it’s on I’ll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, trying to throw away the rock I’m a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks Serve a customer, regardless of the cops Regardless of the guap, still a legend On fire, cause I’m hot, y’all are sweating, still denying that I’m not In fact, Webby, I’m like the overweight lover, I’m that heavy Minus the frames and fat belly [Bridge: Chris Webby] Thanks for that Meth, we do this man you know CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze It’s just that hip hop shit, you know, it’s that That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know? [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Suburban rap savior's back, slay it when I lay a track The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigh of rap They so concerned with swag that they forgot about the basics That’s some shit I can’t respect, I’ll never hold my tongue or take it back This is art, this is true, this is all I know The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow I don’t care if the masses think that my shit’s hot Cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop