Labor Day

[Action Bronson]:

Queens legend, dippin' in a green legend

Bless the mic, more holier than three reverends

You talkin' shit like three rectums

The clique stay connected, my dick stay protected

Dirty bitches, fishy like the squeegee market

[Chase Infinite]:

Chief marksmen

Snipin' at you movin' targets

God's archer

Shootin' at you dark forces

Corporate endorsement

The awkward and awesome

Rebel to the cause

Protecting Allah's fortress

[Wais P]:

Chase said Porsches

Buyin' Van Gogh portraits

Trainin' horses, get it? Trainin' whore's

Pimp shit, clap you like applauses

Boat ride flow make you nauseous

Wais P, retire rappers, Randy Moss shit

[Termanology]:

I'm Jesus Christ in white Forces

My wife gorgeous like Rosario Dawson

I school rappers

I could teach you a couple courses

It's Ology, got eight finger

They all frost bite

[Scram Jones]:

My old rhymes, I just tossed it

I'm talkin' mad dog shit

I'm winnin' but I lost it

Trip over my cordless

I'm drippin' like a faucet

Scram Jones, gettin' dibs

Labor Day, everyday like a bitch with seven kids

I'm cold, get a fridge

I know the snowman, Freddie Gibbs

I'm in the mud like heavy pigs

[Push! Montana]:

I'm gettin' rich but I got nightmares of lockin' in state greens

Spit with B.I.G. and slap box 'Pac in my daydreams

Say I gotta give it up for tryin' to be a legend black

This is that Lil' Wayne, zebra print leggin' rap

This that gap, push your fruit cup melon back

Get a four pack, break 'em down and compressing that

[Freddie Gibbs]:

Jack 'em for a hundred pounds of stress I know he's stressin' that

I throw a couple bows and I go OT with the rest of that

Robber of the year, should put my mask up on the mantle piece

Set some niggas up out in L.A. with some Atlanta freaks

For pussy, power and paper niggas be squeezin' pistols

Just get your doe and get out cause nigga we out to get you