Coka Grillz

[Intro: Paul Wall]

P Double

Statik Selektah

Paul Wall

Aye

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]

I'm sittin' crooked like a copper on the tape

But this ain't copper nor a rhodium gold plate

Flawless gang, all real, no fake

Prop 64 been fuckin' up my cake

But real hustlers find a way to get it, we don't wait

I believe in hard work, I don't believe in fate

State to state, get it straight, let the record state

Fade and switch, switchin' lanes, movin' 'round with haste

Rated top 10, hands down, no debate

You got your hands dirty, now you're tryna clean my plate

Pop you in your shit, now you got a metal plate

Popped the trunk and dropped the fifth wheel, let it scrape

Soundin' like an earthquake, no, that's just the bass

You soundin' like a bitch every time I hear you hate

All that salt droppin', you should check your heart rate

Me and you are not the same, nah, we don't equate

'Cause I'ma go and get it, you gon' probably hesitate

While you chasin' tail, I be on my paper chase

Solid out the gate, my word I will not negate

Me bein' broke? Nah, that don't correlate

[Verse 2: Slaine]

There was a time that malice was mine

My wrath and pride was at the size of Houston and Dallas combined

Metastasize, gave my icy heart a metallica shine

Mind with the Terrence Malick design

Scattered imagery and symmetry of patterns of rhyme, now in his prime

But he's damn near out of his mind, how is it I'm

Spillin' blood from this chalice of wine?

Writin' life with the passion of Christ in this broken palace of blind

Haters and fools in this neighborhood I'm native to too

Hoppin' the obstacles on the way to the jewels

I done my best to do the dodgin' of these raiders and ghouls

Had to wrestle through the margins, I ain't made up a rouse

It's a new state of grace, I ain't got no pressure to produce

I'm exceptional, it's effortless to catch and shoot the juice

I been sippin' it for years, while you thirst buckets

Jumpin' off the bridge, coming crashin' down to Earth, fuck it

[Verse 3: ILL BILL]

Billy blizzard of Oz, the wizard arrives

Itchy trigger fingers and knives, the serial killer eyes

My villains supply high potent maniacal Ayatollahs

Let the .9 explode, settin' fire to the entire globe

I approach, personification of annihilation

Weapons spray, plutonium, I'm a violation

Down with my Timberlands on, leave you forty below the Snow Beach

With a smile on my face, and gold teeth

Box logo Supreme printed uniform

Goon of war, shooter squad movin', gratitude to God

Incarcerated Scarfaces die escapin' the car chases

That end in explosions on parkways

Poltergeist, we own the night

Overstand and rep the culture right

Hold the mic, like a MAC-11 in a toaster fight

Billy Bolero, pistols aerodynamic

Made from insane fiberglass ceramics, layin' rappers into caskets