Cantonese Characters

[Intro: Jae Skeese]

Uh, yeah

Ayo, check

[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]

Ayo, the rhymes superior like when Superior design the beat (Know dat)

I spit like shooters emptyin’ clips, the bars is bullets

I’m strikin’ your ears, like firin’ pens

It get explosive when my mind depletes, like magazines

It’s mandatory to soak ‘em just like a bag of beans (Boom, boom!)

I told my brother it’s up once I get this shit jumpin’, and now I trampoline and trample samples (Haa)

They say my style’s a breath of fresh air

The type to help an asthmatic breathe

They get your pack, pulled a drag and wheezed

I get in character when writin’ like it’s Cantonese

I had to jab and weave to get this spot I’m in (Uh-huh)

And landed impacts, like heavy bags with weight on me like I’m workin’ on enhancin’ speed (Crazy)

Women watchin’ called him a handsome tease

I body tracks, up the score on ‘em and then I stack the lead (Ha)

On some warrior shit, your favorite rapper rock deplorable fits (Scary)

I’m like the Kia Boy, once he spot a parked Sportage, it’s lit (It’s lit)

Quadrupled the worth of the copy when fans came with a Sharpie and I’m endorsin’ the disc (Uh huh)

They search and seize my shit on PC’s like 12 when they tossin’ your whip (Crazy)

See nothin’ bout to stop his routine

I know a few haters that think they’re tweets will stop his routine (Talk that talk)

But, they just bitches equipped with monthlys and mood swings

They ain’t ‘bout no action like John Woo scenes (Uh uh)

If we talkin’ paper I need a few reams, just like the Xerox (Let’s get it)

I kick flows harder than sheetrock (Uh-huh)

You buggin’ if you thinkin’ that I ain’t buzzin’ like cicadas sittin’ up in the treetop (Hahaha)

I’m ‘96 Iverson in a pair of his own Reeboks (Woo)

Look, it’s young Revolver if you didn’t know

I cooked him with the written prose

To the point I made the damn kitchen close (You know dat)

The Jordan 14’s is Indiglo, Evisu denim is indigo

I keep the fly on an expensive note (Huh?)

They say I do too much, that’s ’cause they know I dead the most

I kill shit, even when the subject’s unconventional (You know dat)

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, from the start I been smokin’ shit like wake and bake

Been nice and came up with stripes like Kobe in the Crazy 8’s (Yeah)

Yesterday’s price ain’t the price today— I changed the rate

Before was chicken and rice, now it’s hundreds at Papi Steak (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Focused on dollars ‘cause it’s a lot to make (Yeah)

Patent leather Pradas, no stepped-on product— you n***** is not this great (You n***** washed!)

Yeah, the bottom’s where you corny n***** populate

You make a lot of tapes that you couldn’t pay me to tolerate— it’s low quality

The shit that I jot is God-degree (Uh-huh)

Food for your thoughts— this knowledge, wisdom, equality

Pussy get popped on or run your pockets is the policy (Uh-huh)

I’m fuckin’ the world then your girl— it’s not monogamy

My first case was robbery, got knocked with ease

Learned from my mistakes, I’m much smarter now— I’m the block Socrates

Hit you with a lock in a sock and give you knots with speed

And more blood clots than a Jamaican arguin’

This is arson, I’m God in a Chrome Heart cardigan (Uh-huh)

Chicago 1’s, you n***** is bums— I’m who they honorin’ (Fuck outta here)

[Verse 3: Ty Farris]

Yeah

Molded in mud with the soldiers with slugs

Last n**** flashed and didn’t blast— a ghost with a gun

This pure uncut, be my guest— put the coke in your gums

Y’all promotin’ them bums, them bars actually blowin’ my buzz (Fuck outta here)

Hopeless and young, house filled the roaches and bugs (Facts)

Now my tab a thousand dollars when I go to the clubs

I’m in my bag like Jake the Snake as I paper chase

Closet full of drip like water sittin’ in the middle of a paper plate (C’mon)

This verse money like jumpers that Jayson Tatum take

These n***** Team Jordans, and their J’s is fake (Haha)

Hard knock life, I had to make mistakes (Yeah)

Digi scales and razor scrapes

Now I’m outta state, tastin’ steak— and it’s a write off

Life’s a dice toss, snake eyes aim at your eyes crossed (Bah!)

Blood on your Lacrosse Lacoste

Not tryna floss, I don’t talk— I’m normally quiet (Yeah)

Mamba Mentality— Kobe Bryant

But when I’m focused it’s hard to control a tyrant (Yeah)

I roll with pirates, we packin’ knowledge and artillery

Picture a pen and a pistol when you remember me

Initially, I had hoop dreams— handles just like Penny Hardaway

Five hundred thousand or have a talk with Jay?

Gimme the money and I’m gon’ triple it

Book floor seats at the Nets game and tell Jigga what I did with it, motherfuckers