Made You Look

[Verse 1: Page Kennedy] They shoot me, should be my theme song The beam long, the team strong, your dreams gone But that's what you get wastin' em Hop in your nightmares with the mask on and Jason 'em Machete time, I won't shoot you Take the mask off, played to death: I am Future But don't pass your presence Unless you past the presence of pastors blessings I send you back to Jamaica Fuck that, I send you back to yo' maker Fuck that bitch, and smear blood all over the wall And I ain't talkin' about a map maker She'll look like the Joker after I poke her She'll look like Heath Ledger after I bed her I turn that bitch to a sewer rat April O'Neill will be a shell of herself after I shred her! (Turtles!) I'm a street fighter Tell your boyfriend "come and get on my level", I'll be right up Twitter fingers and gangsta writers Not a biter, you fly on the web and I'm a spider Yeah, and you already know how this story ends This story ends will tell you how the story ends You fuckin' with the king of the punchline I'm fuckin' with your food in a lunchline I jizz all over your sandwich, and whiz all over the cameras So you can see how I come pissed off I ain't know a hard nigga could be this soft I ain't known gettin' shot was a badge of honor Thought the point was to make other rappers goners Listen, y'all got it twisted, dreadheads Spittin' hot shit out your mouth like redheads While y'all talkin' to goons, poppin' all that tough shit to come get you A different story when them hollow points hit you Soon as you said it, you regret it I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man It's all good man, just call Saul Goodman For your knees, and shit like toiletries Lawyer fees, be bigger than sequoia trees, hah And you don't wanna be a jailbird Especially when you a pussy like The L Word, word You wasn't comin' out the house yet You don't even know the plug from the outlet A real nigga but he still got popped though Cause he a snitch like everyy nigga in a cop show This the I test, I guess, I am Proof I wish a nigga would man, I am Groot I'm on the right page because I laid the book I know about the streets because I played the crook And you ain't been the same since I slayed you, shook They shootin', sike, I made you look [Verse 2: Elzhi] Yo, I spilled my guts last album and y'all thought it was suicide The snakes in the grass and the rats in the sewer died But who they apprehending? I'm on the tenth floor in a ten-story building, gettin' a happy ending To those crowds pretending I cannot be seen Each line I jot between got bodies that rot, call the SWAT regime You lame brain, I'm going deaf towards you ABC niggas You think on different levels on the same plane So who's frontin', hit the snooze button, they confused I sound ill on the mic like breaking news Cuttin' to reporters getting camera time on the air They on a different spectrum, I check them, direct from the owners chair You're an erect bum that haven't grown a pair Dickhead on some shit, that's a rectum, with the boner there You wasn't family if we feud Don't get it mixed up, just so we clear without being EQ I think of crabs in the barrel, all I do is see food Then I get back to droppin' gems like how we doin' Bejeweled, nigga Watch, I escaped the botchery, it's sticky situations like Hibachi in Huaraches Throw out my [?], episodes I saw good times Then I turned into Happy Days for all the chachis who tried to block So it's top notch, get the crotch please, it's diamond in a sea of glass Got a degree of grass like [?] [Verse 3: Mickey Factz] I'll take a bullet for my man I've reached my peak without me looking through my hands You couldn't be the man, if they put you on the stand You'd snitch in 16 minutes with the footage from the cam I dreamt my wife had a black boy My girl made a small wonder and I filmed it on an Android Remember when I couldn't bag a hoe with a fly rump And when I did, I dry-humped the cameltoe I'm Earl Manigault to periscope the antidote Y'all ain't remotely close tryna channel the hope I'm paddle boat, how did I make enemies? I know the answer before the question, I play Jeopardy! The phrase heavenly, make melodies change energy Rap president: I wrote this on a page, Kennedy! Paid 70 for the Tesla, what a gesture They wrote my name over the top, nothing extra Daylyt thought I was fronting, I wasn't under pressure Took me some verses to get it like the Book of Esther Too Biblical for the lyrical My reflection talk back to me, my mirror cool That's a miracle like the wicked queen with a tricky scheme I got the apple in my palm without a vivid stream Steve Jobs with the mean bars, your freak moms Came and blew hair like she seen larger screens [Verse 4: King Los] Yo, I'm redirecting you retinas to read the message suggested Through electromagnetic compulsive verbal aesthetic A paranormal energy field selected this method That I ghost busters, I don't mean paranormal detectives Just die, I digress, I digest information That make scrambled data appear in formation You in for a spanking, I enfocre thinking You in fourth place if we enforce ranking My word so bond, if I proceed to go home And read the Bible backward it make Jesus throw stones Find new direction Heal your eyesight then blind you with blessings I'm nice, uh, like slightly generous villain is Venomous Christmas, beginners get wind of this winning penmanship Wit, with conviction non-conventional Omnipresent awesome all-seeing rituals and Lord I should do a mantra, I'm a monster Madman on ya roster wan' [?] I'm a rasta Word to Yah, word to Ra, word to the horizon Haile Selassie ya, ha [Verse 5: Cassidy] It's kinda like ever rhyme I write dope, Chyna white I'm grinding white, Madonna white, hit me (if) you tryna find the white These key sells get me shells like Obama wife So I hold the llama tight, send you to Satan or Christ On my baby mama life, pussies fuck with the bread I bust on you dickheads like when the condom tight My bro has just drove up with a whole truck So I'm 'bout to roll up like taking off the condom right My bars raw like a condom strike So when I rhyming bars it's like popping with the Magnum off Time out, you need to find out how much your casket cost And make payments till I make arrangements to clap it off So cats have starved, they ain't rob folks Some cats rob folk and they still starve 'cause the niggas that they rob broke If everybody at your job broke I hope you find a new profession or you gon' go through depression I got a new connection, my coke is a new complexion Known the yayo I'm selling 'em, no melanin Yo I get a pie and sell it them and get 'em robbed Come back with the same pack and make the sale again You grew up with it but ain't never beat Wayne Never me, but that joint'll let me bone like a skeleton If you jealous then I get the stick and clap you, kid Even on a laxative you ain't with the shits, bitch [Verse 6: KXNG CROOKED] They shooting, ha I made you look You a level above, afraid you shook Yeah, 'cause ain't no such things as half way crooks A moment of silence for Prodigy This the blood that shooters share on a feature song As soon as the beeper's on producers fled Music blare, you in the ether zone Reach for chrome, to each his own A Ruger lead, a super headed and eat your dome [?] you dead or beat your home, be shalom, peace A lot of my people know A lot of people couldn't leave the streets alone So somebody shot 'em, a lot of my people gone Either that or they in the pen with new sneakers on Talking eastside shit on the speakerphone I send work out to Georgia, it's all peachy though Coke's so white, you think it was bleached by Ichigo Getting money quiet, til the feds took the fiber out my diet Shit was all good just a week ago You leave me no choice but to be my own CEO Sinking low in the seats of a GTO like a pimp In a stinking Lincoln rocking the pinkest mink Keeping his eye on that sneaky hoe Counting easy dough tryna keep it low If you ain't from the 90's you won't understand this shit .357, that's the way my hammer click 3.5.7 was part of Hammer's clique 'Pac's saliva landed on a camera, that's the way my Cannon spit You better abandon ship, the predator anarchist The better the rapper is the better the beheading Make competitors sound regular after this They said I'm immaculate, the weapon is accurate You step in Los Angeles, expecting an ambulance Snatching rappers, we on the forefront We was putting travel bans on niggas before Trump Slipping out the exit, dipping out in they Lexus Flipping out 'cause the pistol's mouth Is sticking out like a sore thumb Crooked I, too many loose screws, cuzzo KXNG CROOKED, I win and you lose, cuzzo I'm so West Coast I'm still thinking about taking a shot At Jay for that line in "22 Two's," cuzzo He was right, too much West Coast dick-licking I'm getting my dick licked by thick bitch when it's slim pickings All my bitches get to the chicken, they paper long I got Raven Simone and Oprah's notifications on Bust a nut in her pupil, that's how I school her Her man mad the Ruger press his medula Rappers try to match how clever I get so whatever I spit Is their measuring stick, yes, I'm the ruler, Crooked