Suicide Squad

[Royce da 5'9] I don't specialize in hit-making I do two things, that's make money, that's get paper Make fun of you bitch ways, and blaze guns the clip stays in I don't get hungry, I stay hungry and get cravings Then I write down rhymes then I switch pages Then I write more, my lord, I'm with ladies And my boys, we are to die for, that's why we called The Suicide Squad And that's why you can prolly find me on the bike going One sixty-five through a red light All you see is a flying head light like I'm on the sideboard And everybody know the time About the dirt on our hands That's because the Lord large hands follows me and my anthologies You never heard from me, apologies You’ll never see my soul rise, the streets already done made a man out of me 10 Wallabees, playing Ghost and Chef Feeling like the man who wrote ‘Success’ should be the most impressed The man the most emotional who hate the most should be the most motionless I'll be the oath taking by who be the post of the overtaking streets The streets where I agreed done taking over And I swore I would never take an oath Reading verses from the bible trying to replicate the scroll In the kitchen whipping words trynna levitate the stove I ain't from the World-Star era, I slap you in a circle like evolution And it would not be televised like the revolution And these vocals should not be melodizied or AutoTuned Where you recording at, should be transform to an artist's tomb Started moons many moons ago, you artist doomed You hardest tunes came many tunes ago Speaking of hardest, I'm the hardest doing anything that's getting done Beams on any different gun Meaning I ain't aiming mine and shit I just came to find the vic and bring the target to em While my Suicide Squadron shooting, car spewing, jargon to em' We turn a blogger into embalming fluid We've been running through these dollars such a long time We tired, now we jogging through em [Hook] Knowledge over money Money over power Power over nothing Cuz now we overcoming {Scratches} We the suicide squad x2 Reaching for the sky shooting for stars Me, us,or, I who you gone call But the suicide squad [Marv Won] Hey Brody Tell them little niggas life just happened I'm the fat boy in the nice fashion' My hands sharp like its knife action If I can't hit you then the pipe blastin' We all the same same like we type casting I'm from the hood I have never seen no white Aston But over white I have seen red and blue lights flashing I gotta lead my disciples with a Christ passion If I want it, imma get it and I don't like askin' On the beat is the only time i'm extra nice I said it right, yo' soul I will extradite Give me a plate full of ox-tails No peas with the extra spice You received some incorrect advice Slugs shower you and your unsuspecting wife like it was Wedding rice, I chop you head and sow yo' head to Behead you twice, Big arms is how I handle words An angry pop can dismantles spurs, I just came back from Johannesburg where little kids Can take over your nest with how they handle birds And I man those nerds I am those curves In between is the streets, like when you separate Over bread in between is the beef So let's make a sandwich, scrap Yo squad is soft and you put no Worries in me i me like i'm Anderson Pat You scrappin' wear, Apple care is how we handle A mac, a swift chop is how you handle an axe That's the same way you handle an ex Fruit salad got the kiwi green seats and the mandarin vet I always wanted to do a line like that Star power bring my shine right back, diamonds from coal brought my grind right back, little nigga obey a Thirst I brought the limelight back, so stop Now and run my limes right back Killers nigga [Hook] [Daylyt] Like, hot as a Cali summer Double-entendre, I land in the best spot I'm from the Bahamas, small fish but eat, I hung with piranhas The shit might pop like it hung with yo' mama All prayers pray, what's in the soul get me Raw material the men will roll with me The boy cold, colder than Martin homey The side window bruh man on hiss fifth floor They say my mind split but its all part of the schizo I came to box rappers it's all part of the gift yo' Yo I have lines, The Fresh Prince showing Ooze up for pancake, Quadruple entedre The tundra, whether they going under I told em' I feel like i'm lumber Niggas fell into a slumber party, ah' Boys sleeping I come through the blind-spot ah' The boy beacon ah', the boy D can't rap I came to pass the boy, as for Troy demigod in this bitch I'm Nimrod in the trenches, best hunting in test with my chin high The apprentice, men try and get this sick They ask for aid, I stay above float I am pass the parade, I pass the charades Words they gotta guess it Beef around the block but I heard They got a lesson, herbs a lot of stressin Did turn into a vegetable herbs a lot impressive You let us in the building with curs a lot of dressing Yet i'm on your ranch you know the croutons coming Salad the way I am Cesar to the chickens I am speaking in tongue I don't need ya'll for the lickin' All mighty [?], Ya'll pass tall i'm on my hiatus Trap strain us, i'm in the spot now We get em chopped down [hook] [scratches] Suicide Its a suicide