Helicopter

[Intro] Hey man, we live at the Czar-B-Q, man Let's get it [Verse 1: Godfather Don] GFD, the itty bitty witty killer Titty spiller, when I build I make the city realer Facilitate incendiary sadity filler That still eradicate brain matter, insane data That'll shatter any chatter when the name matter The mad hatter, master of the mystic arts I make sparks for sharks that ain't rappers My propane splatter be the hash or the splash Of your daiquiri, the catalyst cracking the anatomy Rip through banners like gamma dramatically You can't touch him, won't hold him, don't goad him My flow choke 'em 'til their ears, eyes, and nose open The ancient one, the first, the original My bars knock the spirit out of seekers not lyrical Stop if you're not at the top I'll get rid of you With reckless abandon, analog or digital [Chorus] Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up Hop out the helicopter (Helicopter) [Verse 2: Esoteric] I don't get the impression you're hard from your Smith & Wesson bars Your only weapons charge is BB guns on your credit cards So bust it I, run game you discuss it Dan Le Batard I leave your mental scarred I'm the Czar Climbing out the black hole I woof down a quasar and spit out stars You on a track lying, better off gaslighting electric cars The flow's haunted, I'm most wanted like Chesimard I keep my heavy czartillery up in Deck's garage It shouldn't take more than a moment to crush an opponent Treat 'em like rodent, components are triple extra large Heavy barrage smack you right across the face like Men from Mars crashing a UFO seminar [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Flow like the levee broke, Deck's your go-to My dark side used to be roomies with Reggie Noble Frontin' will get you smoked fool, they got that lean cuisine I'm like nana in the kitchen with the soul food Make a move, son, come on jump All of y'all versus me, still one-on-one You in rebel nation, this is something to pump You would think there was a body going thump in the truck King pull up on the strip in the off white 6 What I spit more raw than your off white bricks Sport the butter soft letterman, the off white kicks Might mistake me for the Biz goin' off like this [Chorus] Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em up Hop out the helicopter, turn around, smack 'em [Verse 4: Kool Keith] Subsidiaries who counteract Who roll against the wall and never bounce back You see the shadows of Count Drac Wounded soldiers announce that And active citizens way to escape where the jets at Those who get damaged on the skin get the best patch Thought they'd pay money for the hard stated facts Some stay stiff forever in the house of wax Madams in the museum, must be getting high off helium The higher octane is what I'm feeding 'em That section has risen to get that fuel injection With me, it's the best reference Pity for those that don't demand and request it Play in the sand and get neglected You must say what's effective, not decrepit Go ahead and swipe c off your paragraphs and get the credit Otherwise it's time for the meltdown, the microwave's ready [Outro] Helicopter