Camp Registration

[Verse 1: Evidence] Uh, yeah The first rule of business is mind your own two 'Cause it ain't hard to make a shit list especially when the rhyming is through I keep a distance, never been predicted Never been a victim of any math defining my moves I keep a needle to the wax and keep my eye on the groove Present the evidence and every single client is true I'm out for gettin' it and not forgettin' it These are differences of different elements inside of the booth It's all you [Verse 2: The Alchemist + Action Bronson] Ride dirty—transport filthy Trench-coat white leather to the floor milky I killed a chinchilla and left the store guilty The velvet was crumbled but the velour silky [Verse 3: Blu] And i crushed it like butter leathers on my futon Tossing money like croutons Make the pair fit gator boots on With the newton Rolling the new triple south central Dipping in continentals Pin it quick to shut up and kiss the instrumental Shits official like it came with whistles They know the drizz when they roll with blizz Crack the tree roll the sour d in a fronto leaf Follow me, I tell it how it be Like that's how it is [Verse 4: Domo Genesis] How the fuck you shit on a nigga who believes in himself Inebriated on my dreams, I had to see for myself Even my family couldn't see what I felt But that ain't stop me nigga Watch me mute your talking I don't need any help I'm creeping in stealth Driving and proving I'm nice to these niggas Jiving trying to provide em through all the whack raps You cats supply em, I'm lying I'm the epitome of the perfect timing Purpose writing got me surface riding Dawg it's perfect science [Verse 5: Blu] We shoulda went half on a boat We toast mimosa's Had the chauffeur pass me my coat The day was over I told her play the grown up she suppose to I would toss the g But it's just the g she knew me The corporate office often Will say your boss and the boss' bitty I couldn't find a better bitch to boss it with me We talk of titties or we talk of titties We talk bikini's Now Puerto Ricans envy so we talkin mini's Damn [Verse 6: Alchemist] Pardon me—I'm just thinking on the angles You disconnected due to the friction on the cables You flipped on me, switched the position on the tables Surfing on a cloud blowing kisses at the angels I'm still out grinding, chasing the dream Nights I slept with my face in a machine Seven weeks in thermal and denim jeans Dirty from the trenches my record was never clean I'm a front line soldier When it's possible I steal blood It comes with the territory my boots carry mud Scheming on the next young stallion that got strut Somewhere in between too much and not enough [Verse 7: Action Bronson] Damn—I still remember when I broke the roaches open Now you see us floating on a boat and, uh To say this was my dream would be a lie But nowadays, it seems to keep me in the beamer breezing by Nothings forever, right? I don't know, man I like the show for now until they change the program Since I was one second old, I've been a grown man Showered in cologne and own my own land Oh, man