Random Call

[Intro: Black Milk]

Yeah!...Yeah!...Yeah!

I know we got you niggas thinking like

"A yo, what's going on? Sound like some end of the world shit."

It's not a fantasy. Nope, it's really going down. Let's do it

[Chorus: Black Milk]

Who making hits like these?

Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P

Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty

3-1-3 to the N-Y-C

Who making hits like these?

Call up, nigga...nigga Guilty

Call up, nigga...nigga Sean P

3-1-3 to the N-Y-C

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

Yeah, I'm chemically imbalanced, you're no challenge

I eat hot emcees like cold salads

I'm so valid, trust the word

Find me in the ghetto, puffin' herb

Murder City madman stacking bills

Walk past the snakes and dap the real

Talk to me foul, I'll clap the steel

The type of dude you'll have to kill

We keep hunting, and if I'm breathin' (What?)