Tension

[Intro]

Attention all robots

Commence stage two of the attack

Death Ray robots open fire

Attention all robots

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]

Grimy shit, severe ties over pleasure rhymes

Five deep, ten burners plus eleven knives

Roll supreme, blowing steam how my niggas ride

I don't smoke but I take a shot of homicide

Pardon me Hennessy clear thought remedy

Two for one special, best friend your worst enemy

Fly shit, pedigree

Way past allegedly

Pimp style, big wile, bag 'em and they pleasure me

Hard work will take me to places that you'll never be

Found the book of life but it's written eligibly

I wrote the script again to get this paper heavily

Heavenly hell bound somewhere in between

Stuck in a routine wide awake in a dream

Scratch that, sleepwalking in reality

Think about tomorrow but I live my life hourly

Stay humble but I view myself powerfully

I'ma be official til the elements devour me

Laurenovich

[Verse 2: Action Bronson]

Light cigars like a new father

To the chest like Junior Seau in a blue Charger

Barbell lifts, my Lat muscle flexes

Caramel chick, the ass straight from Texas

Fuck, straight tornado in my man's hair

Bitch put the potato in the blam blam

Bam Bam chopped like a Van Damme hand

Quick to put you in a sandman van

Make your shawty lift her leg up like can-can dance

Every time I'm up to bat I'm in a grand slam stance

Lay in France, two bitches in a hammock

Tell her go warm up the banana

(Goodbye)

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Call me coach, my approach is to wrap 'em all

?You the reefer ball? on the back splat, hit the bar

Brawl 'til the knuckles bleed, buckle up, see the speed

Brittle bitches crumble like the kush when I roll the weed

I'm a chief, you're a queef, that's a pussy sound

Take a look around - you're surrounded by the pussy hounds

Pound for pound, crown for crown, I will on the cipher

Blowing trees to the bone like the pied piper

The highlight of the night, get your highlighter

See my words in the cloud, Mr Skywriter

I get to preppin', steppin' up to a new challenge

Dancing on the ceiling, Lionel Richie with a new balance

Eye to eye, toe to toe with the hatin' faces

Mortimer makin' wagers like we tradin' places

Got you wrapped in a knot like some tight laces

Good night!