Bars In The Booth (Session 7)

[Verse 1: Skyzoo]

Okay, the beat is telling me to slow flow y'all to death

And to speed it up when it's needed to

See what all your alligence do?

Now I'm here till we get through

Through with this money chasing

Till it's like the key to the safe is in the other safe

The safe bet is to place bets on the one they champion

Champion hoodies was the safest haven for Ambien

The ambiance got at the core of upper management

They say to go and find your applause and get your handle in it

My handle Jay Crawford, you grand your bay a day

I find Bey and wind up in Bey apartment

You hug up on your woman and she smells sorta Givenchy

You laid on her cause she laid on me

Word to Patterson

The hybrid of the decade, the first one to be traced

The nastiest of Nas, the most murderous of Ma$e

Pose for the close up and the words along the way

Rolled on the rollers not a burglar is safe

F.G.R. Ha

[Verse 2: Torae]

Preem hit the horn like, "Holmes I need me a [?]

Bars In The Booth and I bet you bring 'em a body

Told 'em 'Tore the truth." And I wouldn't tempt 'em to try me

Leave 'em lacerated and leaking and laying in the lobby

Alliteration my hobby

Words come together like the Scrabble board

One dice is a die, wanna gamble Lord?

Worldstar can record

And if they told you I was ratchet

Cause it twerk back and reverse after I clap it

Every session I rap in is a wrap

Write a record and then run it back

Lost chips off the Knicks, gassed off Stack

'Melo came and doubled it back

Til we put a banner in the rafters

I'm just gonna take it out on your rappers

I bet you pray 'fore I chip

Cop it, chop it and flip

You watch it, jock it and rip

Prolly hop off my dick

We all from the ghetto

The only difference is we go back

Barrell Brothers, HeadQCourterz, on this Primo track

Bars In The Booth