Goatit

[Intro]

Yeah... Caltroit shit

Phat Kat AKA Ron Pat P.A. 

Ronnie Cash – yeah... uh –

[Verse 1: Phat Kat]

Yeah, you know I had to get 'em

Phat Kat AKA Ronnie Cash, 'bout that Wickham

Wrong place, wrong time, caught in a fucked up position

On that ass like a Pit when a master says "sic 'em"

Amber Alert filed, 'cause your ass came up missin'

Found three days later, your head needed some massive stitchin'

You're lucky, 'cause your family could be goin' casket pickin'

I'm in styled wear, rollin' bud, watchin' the asses jigglin'

Call me Ronnie Cash 'cause I'm filthy rich in the mind

Life's so bright, so no need for ice to shine

20 years in the game, still sharp with the rhymes

Spank little nigga, send him home cryin' to they moms

Got 3 hundred an 13 ways to rip y'all apart

Where should I start? Niggas not true to the art

When they really need to focus on their flows and they timin'

Up in their videos shinin', rockin' the conflict diamonds

Rewind what I said and let that shit sink in

Too many rappers rappin' but really they need to be fans

Rewind what I said and let the shit sink in

Too many rappers rappin' but really they need to be fans (Yeah!)

[Hook: Black Milk]

That's how we do

We go at it – watch us do it to you

Don't panic – we got y'all doin' it too

So savage – shit might ruin ya crew

Mo' havoc – got a little cock-and-shoot

Go at it – watch us do what we do

Don't panic – we got y'all doin' it too

So savage – shit might ruin ya crew

We go at it – go!

We go at it – go!

[Verse 2: Elzhi]

You know the pharaoh, fold doe deniro

The flow is thorough, I let it go like a bow and arrow

I've always kept a slick chick, quick to grow a halo

Hoppin' on my thick dick stick with no apparel

I affect minds, the way I connect lines

Respect mines, my neck shines like electrons

So is the wrist, the poet insists

He fold a nigga just to show that his shoulders can kiss

And any fool is lost, once a rhyme is out my book took

Watch him look shook as a dual exhaust

I'm cruel, of course, if you make me blow my cool and frost

*Blap-blap...* – then the tool is tossed

See, my rep's malicious, if you step, then I'm kept suspicious

I might've crept 'til you slept with fishes

Y'all really need to practice twice

I axe and dice 'til the track is sliced like the back of Christ

I'm still – tight and skilled, you will frighten

My grill spill writin', it might be how lightnin' feel, for real

I've gotten used to me havin' a loose screw

Way back when Marley Marl produced for the Juice Crew

I need two chicks that's down for the deuce screw

I'll make it three, mistakenly

You thought I wouldn't break your knee

And your back spine

Then I'm back grindin' like a nigga takin' E

I need my dough sittin' high in bills

But for now, I'll take a ho sittin' high in high-end heels

When this hitman for hire kills, 

He leave the buildin' like fire drills

And skate off when the tires peel

[Hook: Black Milk]

That's how we do

We go at it – watch us do what we do

Don't panic – we got y'all doin' it too

So savage – shit might ruin ya crew

Mo' havoc – got a little cock-and-shoot

We go at it – go!

We go at it – go!

[Verse 3: Bishop Lamont]

Yo, I got it –

Belligerently, deliberately, diligently, skillfully dispense artillery

Shell cases pile up your facility

My photo look like LoboCop, my fo'-fo' pop like Robo

Pierce your logo on your Polo, split your Domo Arigato pronto

Ask how I flash, mash, smash, slash gas half-assed fags' fans fast

With the axe, just like Tonto

Get scalped, clowned, stomped out, knocked out – it's that simple

Raise your hands, you'll see stars just like King Hippo

Mayday, runaway – we Pearl Harbor shit all day

Got harder armor, come and bomb ya, harm ya, blow your crew away

Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Walkie Talkie for more back-up

Tell them motherfuckas, better send some niggas meaner

Death Star rock star, pull up like a cop car

Hop out and when niggas run up, blow you Allahu Akbar

Leave your back charred 

Nigga, please – you ain't spittin' shit, my dick get mo' hard

California push the line like the Coast Guard

Real niggas, real spitters, it's time to Bogart

Fuck the labels, radio, anybody get it

Pop my Glock out on you niggas like that 'Hell Date' midget

Get twisted, more statistics

Stretched out, chalked out, reminiscent of hieroglyphics

My Souls Of Mischief flow's malicious

It's Bishop, motherfuckers – TiVo it if you missed it

[Outro: Black Milk]

Yeah! Slow it down... slow it down... slow it down...

Yeah... switch it up on 'em

What I want you to do

Lemme see you just bounce

Bounce, nigga... yeah, bounce... yeah!

Black Milk

Elzhi

Phat Kat

My nigga Bishop

Go!