[Verse 70: Big Noyd]
Strip 'em for their jewels, the game need a makeover
Get down or lay down, it's the takeover
G-Star black rims on the Range Rover (Skrr)
Cuban link Jesus piece for my block soldiers (Pah, pah)
Not familiar with it? You better learn quick
Niggas from the hood handle guns like John Wick (Pah, pah, pah)
It's not a movie, dawg, real life hardship
The streets get funkier than dog shit
[Verse 71: Head I.C.E]
I'm the connect, had to turn up the bass 'cause niggas fiendin'
The sure shot break up the block, you'll break to pieces
Get your door knocked, I'm kickin' down pots you ever peed in
Convenient how we spin back shootin' from Europeans
Fuck a get-back, tote an AR, they fall harder
It's pitch black, snatch up his kids, let's go farther
Bring your bitch back battered and bruised, you both targets
Who did that? Tell 'em the wolf that roamed Harlem
[Verse 72: E-A-Ski]
My perspective is all smoke and mirrors and these niggas is pushin' homo (Uh)
Anything to get the fuckin' bag and a little promo
Bars very limited (Uh), men very feminine (Huh)
These hoes think they winnin' but that surgery's ridiculous
It's all for the clout chase (Right), thinkin' that we all bait (Uh)
These winners still losin' 'cause they engaged in self-hate
Trauma victims so I guess that's just how the drama get 'em
You can't live without 'em and they make it hard to deal with 'em
[Verse 73: Sadat X]
Now, I was on the first 110 why wouldn't I be on the next, too? (Why?)
Slay sent it to me and I sent it back through (Zoop)
Ate it up like good pussy, that's just what I do (I do it)
Sixteen bars keep the car running
Slay said he only needed eight, so on the other half, I'll wait (I'm out, I'm out)
What y'all niggas think is great is basura
Who's your insurer? I'm '88 Ramirez and a triple beam
Three G packs sewn into my inseams (Like that)
[Verse 74: El da Sensei (Artifacts)]
Two hundred, we blunted
Concurrent we dumpin' arms in your function
Marvelous talkin', marchin' for something
Hard as the drumming (Uh), start up the markers and prior warnings
Sound that alarm and we fire through livewire performing
Artifacts under bricks, rubble, double the spit
Untouchable wit (Nah), we driven, we trouble, bust in your shit (Blah)
Notable hits, monstrous, known for mic accomplishments
Body occupants, bunkers and bombing, it's obvious
[Verse 75: Tame One (Artifacts)]
I don't have no kids I seen like go get ice cream
No House in Virginia, no COVID-19
Face the facts, y'all basic cats
Wasted rats, you need to have your faces slapped
The cats tired of waitin', I'm back from hibernatin'
'Cause I took the greatest hiatus, on the rap vacation
Awoken a bear, provokin' stares, trying to diss
I stay in the lab like scientists
[Verse 76: Brillo]
Ain't the coke, it's the cut leaving 'em numb (Yep)
GoFundMe when you die, they grieving a bum (Hahahaha)
Know some millionaires, I never needed a crumb (Never)
Chainsaw ain't leavin' a thumb (Woo)
Half moon filled with red jackets
Dodging a RICO, all the fed tactics (Fuck 12)
Hit you in your head for practice
Fuck a range (pah), die 'fore I tuck my chain, Brillo!
[Verse 77: Daddy-O]
Truth is I made it out the ghetto on a scholarship
Tomahawks and Jolly Stompers, no Bloods and Crips
My mama moved from Atlanta to East New York
So you could say I had a Southern way of being taught
Asthmatic as a kid before Albuterol
You be wonderin' who to call from what I do to y'all
The Stetsasonic chief, New Lots and Hendrix Street
I'm spittin' fire, Kay Slay be sweepin' the street
[Verse 78: Chi-Ali]
Thought I was done with rap (Nah), then Slay hit me (Slay!)
Ride for the bitches but niggas don't play with me (They don't)
Stay with me (They stay), it's that big old thing (Big thang)
Little nigga hoppin' out that big old Range (Skrr)
And we stay up to date, we ain't pushin' nothing late
When I put it in reverse, all that love turn to hate
But that hate turn to love when I go up in the glove (Yeah, Swisha!)
You might catch me in the A, word to my nigga Russ (What)
[Verse 79: Tragedy Khadafi]
Yo! Aura be lit, I am all the way with this shits
No estrogen in me, nigga, I don't blow dick
Massage parlor feel ‘em, the streets know he a real one
Kill your own when the deeds run down, y'all fear 'em
You don't look for acceptance, validation, or credit
In the pain game, like Pappy Mason with life sentence
Ready to die on your feet before you live on your knees
Stronger than weak niggas, mock the villainous Queens
[Verse 80: Twista]
I kick ass 'cause I get paid to, shoot something before you blink
When I grab the gun and rifle off the table (Pew!)
I spit it fast 'cause I am able
Or say something to make you think
Like "Did Adam from the Bible have a navel?" (Hm?)
Walkin' like I'm an Egyptian with an immaculate elegance
I never wanna be known as a king, I be more like a emperor that's on the back of an elephant
Full of logic and knowledge while others are lackin' intelligence
And I be the one that gotta put 'em in the bottom of the pit
You wouldn't wanna be the body that I murder, I'ma hurt 'em
[Verse 81: Cee-Lo Green]
I put numbers on the NASDAQ, my last trap was ASCAP
Her ass clap for Cash App, get whacked over Snapchat
I blast back, make glass crack
Your whole life a flashback, hit the hole like a halfback
My last snap went past rap, you wanna stop me? Try a bear trap
I'd rather Boogie Bear back
Yo, once I black out, that dog will bark into your back back (Woof)
And that's that, dump the body where the trash at
We sit back and laugh at when the rats rap
[Verse 82: E.D.I. Mean]
Who done it? Back with 200 more (Mo')
Kay Slay, EDIDON, Outlawz (Outlawz)
My balls and my word, that's all I ever had (Yeah)
Plus the shottie ridin' shottie with me in the rag
These niggas mad 'cause I ain't goin' nowhere no time soon
Just a goon since a little nigga, hungry and rude
Now I'm OG like gold teeth and Spot-Bilts
Knocked more hoes than Wilt, catch me speedin' off with a mil' (Voom)
[Verse 83: Hocus45th]
Chess player (Yeah), move his pawns well (Facts!)
The best nigga saying I'm next like RL (I'm next!)
They hate (Yeah), 'cause I get cake like Carvel (Ah)
I done cut niggas and gave 'em a scarred grill (Hol' that)
The game sour so I had to bring the bars back (Facts!)
Lyrical assassin (Pah), killer with a contract (Brah)
Real Hip-Hop (What up?), you niggas can't talk that (Nah)
Everybody should bow to The Bronx 'cause we started that
