Morphine

[Intro: Termanology]

Yeah

Uh (Statik Selektah)

Here we go

[Verse 1: Termanology]

Kidnappings, alibis, drive-bys

I been there, there's paperwork, so why lie?

Four-fives, bullets spittin', flesh cookin'

Now you bare, fitted, body on the best cushion

Hah, I came to dinner with a meat cleaver

Bam, I get you hit up with a street sweeper

Unique dreamer that's whippin' the green Bimmer

In them clean sneakers, I spent my feature money on reefer

Reach for my piece, you fittin' to meet Jesus

I'm a street genius, before rap, I sold heaters

It's no weakness, runnin' with cold creatures

Put a bullet into your bitch and kill your fetus

Cement shoes, they don't know where your feet is

Closed casket, no clothes, you're at the griever's

It's up to me, make a killin' off the morphine

The fiends come and we hit 'em with the quarantine

[Interlude: Lil Fame]

Brr (Yeah)

Statik Selektah, Termanology, Fizzy, ahh

[Verse 2: Lil Fame]

Ayo, I'm loyal to my brand (M.O.P.)

Grand Royal to my brand (M.O.P.)

Nigga, I spit fire, y'all can't deny it

Y'all fold under pressure, I was taught to apply it

I spit that raw shit, that old go-to-war shit

And leave it all over the track like horse shit

Spaz-matic, I spaz with it

See that cloth that you cut from? I wouldn't wipe my ass with it

Analyze my vocals, I'm the motherfucker you go to

I leave niggas puzzled like Sudoku

I blam a nigga down, I specialize in street carpentry

Yeah, I hammer niggas down

You know how we do, ran a nigga down

Went upside of his head and beat the camera nigga down (C'mon)

M.O.P. and Showoff, we be the raw team

Statik, hit 'em with the quarantine