Suicide Squad

[Royce da 5'9]

I don't specialize in hit-making

I do two things, that's make money, that's get paper

Make fun of you bitch ways, and blaze guns the clip stays in

I don't get hungry, I stay hungry and get cravings

Then I write down rhymes then I switch pages

Then I write more, my lord, I'm with ladies

And my boys, we are to die for, that's why we called

The Suicide Squad

And that's why you can prolly find me on the bike going

One sixty-five through a red light

All you see is a flying head light like I'm on the sideboard

And everybody know the time

About the dirt on our hands

That's because the Lord large hands follows me and my anthologies

You never heard from me, apologies

You’ll never see my soul rise, the streets already done made a man out of me

10 Wallabees, playing Ghost and Chef

Feeling like the man who wrote ‘Success’ should be the most impressed

The man the most emotional who hate the most should be the most motionless

I'll be the oath taking by who be the post of the overtaking streets

The streets where I agreed done taking over

And I swore I would never take an oath

Reading verses from the bible trying to replicate the scroll

In the kitchen whipping words trynna levitate the stove

I ain't from the World-Star era, I slap you in a circle like evolution

And it would not be televised like the revolution

And these vocals should not be melodizied or AutoTuned

Where you recording at, should be transform to an artist's tomb

Started moons many moons ago, you artist doomed

You hardest tunes came many tunes ago

Speaking of hardest, I'm the hardest doing anything that's getting done

Beams on any different gun

Meaning I ain't aiming mine and shit

I just came to find the vic and bring the target to em

While my Suicide Squadron shooting, car spewing, jargon to em'

We turn a blogger into embalming fluid

We've been running through these dollars such a long time

We tired, now we jogging through em

[Hook]

Knowledge over money

Money over power

Power over nothing

Cuz now  we overcoming

{Scratches}

We the suicide squad x2

Reaching for the sky shooting for stars

Me, us,or,  I who you gone call

But the suicide squad

[Marv Won]

Hey Brody

Tell them little niggas life just happened

I'm the fat boy in the nice fashion'

My hands sharp like its knife action

If I can't hit you then the pipe blastin'

We all the same same like we type casting

I'm from the hood I have never seen no white Aston

But over white I have seen red and blue lights flashing

I gotta lead my disciples with a Christ  passion

If I want it, imma get it and I don't like askin'

On the beat is the only time i'm extra nice

I said it right, yo' soul I will extradite

Give me a plate full of ox-tails

No peas with the extra spice

You received some incorrect advice

Slugs shower you and your unsuspecting wife like it was

Wedding rice, I chop you head and sow yo' head to

Behead you twice, Big arms is how I handle words

An angry pop can dismantles spurs, I just came back from Johannesburg where little kids

Can take over your nest with how they handle birds

And I man those nerds I am those curves

In between is the streets, like when you separate

Over bread  in between is the beef

So let's make a sandwich, scrap

Yo squad is soft and you put no

Worries in me i me like i'm Anderson Pat

You scrappin' wear, Apple care is how we handle

A mac, a swift chop is how you handle an axe

That's the same way you handle an ex

Fruit salad got the kiwi green seats and the mandarin vet

I always wanted to do a line like that

Star power bring my shine right back, diamonds from coal brought my grind right back, little nigga obey a

Thirst I brought the limelight back,  so stop

Now and run my limes right back

Killers nigga

[Hook]

[Daylyt]

Like, hot as a Cali summer

Double-entendre, I land in the best spot

I'm from the Bahamas, small fish but eat, I hung with piranhas

The shit might pop like it hung with yo' mama

All prayers pray, what's in the soul get me

Raw material the men will roll with me

The boy cold, colder than Martin homey

The side window bruh man on hiss fifth floor

They say my mind split but its all part of the schizo

I came to box rappers it's all part of the gift yo'

Yo I have lines, The Fresh Prince showing

Ooze up for pancake, Quadruple entedre

The tundra, whether they going under

I told em' I feel like i'm lumber

Niggas fell into a slumber party, ah'

Boys sleeping I come through the blind-spot ah'

The boy beacon ah',  the boy D can't rap

I came to pass the boy, as for Troy demigod in this bitch

I'm Nimrod in the trenches, best hunting in test with my chin high

The apprentice, men try and get this sick

They ask for aid, I stay above float

I am pass the parade, I pass the charades

Words they gotta guess it

Beef around the block but I heard

They got a lesson, herbs a lot of stressin

Did turn into a vegetable herbs a lot impressive

You let us in the building with curs a lot  of dressing

Yet i'm on your ranch you know the croutons coming

Salad the way I am Cesar to the chickens

I am speaking in tongue I don't need ya'll for the lickin'

All mighty [?], Ya'll pass tall i'm on my hiatus

Trap strain us, i'm in the spot now

We get em chopped down

[hook]

[scratches]

Suicide

Its a suicide