The Takeover

[Intro]

Come on, yeah

R-O-C-K runnin' this rap shit

Top Dawg, yeah, we runnin' this rap shit

Thirty days, thirty nights runnin' this rap shit

This the takeover, yeah, I'm runnin' this rap shit

Talk shit, yeah, you might get clapped quick

Man, fuck that, man, let me stop playin' with these niggas

[Verse 1]

This the takeover, my nigga, the wait is over

The game's over, gun range in my Range Rover

I ain't sober, a trunk shot'll lean sideways

A local witness said he flipped off the highway

Catastrophe, if it ain't, it's blasphemy

Killers that blast for me

Bitches that win pageants, they call me Your Majesty

Walk with my pants saggin', puffin' a blunt

Half these niggas ain't half of me

But fuck that, buck back, lay down, this war you ready?

I'm spoken word from a Malcolm X verb, I'm heavy

Feel the wrath of a god emcee

Make it rain thirty songs, that's the god in me

Ain't no guardin' me, this Armageddon for you peasants

I resurrect the rap game after this rhymin' session

I'm a rhymin' ledger, my Ramas'll break depression

Or poppin' a deadly weapon

Or droppin' the top of rappers and droppin' it on the record

Hop in a bubble Lexus

Top Dawg is the future and you lookin' at the Jetsons

I be lookin' at my weapon like "You son of a bitch"

I squeeze one time, you dump out half of the clip

Now, that's a automatic, faggot, get your ammo up

It don't jam, yo, my ammo get Rambo touch

Get your candles and camos, and smoke on up

Jump out your sandals as soon as that van roll up

And "Ow", look what you niggas woke up

A bear with unbearable fight, get your cranium crushed

Titanium bars to bite, turn your teeth into dust, nigga

It's Dennis the Menace, fuck a doctor, call us, nigga

Don't fuck with you fuck-niggas

Fuck with the family, then I'm fuckin' you up, nigga

Tell me what's up, nigga, you dig me? Yeah, strictly

'Bout my paper, throwin' thirties on a scraper

.30-06 complimented by the laser

Paralyze you from the waist down if I graze you, you dig me?

I ride dirty like a bum with lices, that there is priceless

The nicest on these mic devices

Might need both of the mics to (?) where Christ is

A crisis happens after I writes this

A righteous poem been mergin' storms and brightens

The atmosphere with fire, pussy

Gonorrhoea for your vagina, lookee here

Thirty days, thirty nights

Explosives bombin' every hip-hop site, get ready