Hum Drum

[Hook]

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

[Verse 1: Remy Ma]

Yeah, I gets it poppin', everybody know what Remy 'bout

Got niggas shocked like Justin just pulled Janet's titty out

Yeah, I spit it out, quick to put a nigga out

The bullets lodged in, doctors can't get 'em out

You gets no love, to me y'all dead bugs

My records don't sell then I'ma sell drugs

From O's to whole P's, grams to whole keys

No joke, I got coke that'll make ya nose bleed

Dope so potant and my fiends done OD'd

For $3.50 a pop, I'll sell you a dro seed

You really don't know me and that's the fun part

See my flow's retarded but Miss Martin is dumb smart

And you illiterate, you can't even read the teleprompter

I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter

You look sad when I pass in this toy Benz

You gon' be real mad when I bag your boyfriend

[Hook]

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Your head goes round and round

[Verse 2: Armageddon]

You feel my pain like a drug, you can light it with fire

And you can mix it with your blood if you're trying to get higher

Another angel in a thug's body, scarred and tired

Going to court, got Illuminati judgin' me biased

Shit, my talk ain't for everybody walkin' united

The way I walk, it's a challenge just to balance on wires

My old connect put me on, said he robbed the supplier

So I pieced him out with pity 'cause his ass was on fire

What goes around comes around, holmes, I ain't lying

That's why the scars on my face, 'cause bad karma and violence

Just before a nigga wake, I spend the night in silence

To give my nerves a little break before it's back to the malice

I'd like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars

Some nights I meditate, hope'll bring me closer to God

Trying to regulate my time between the earth and the stars

Get my health back to determine when I'm curlin' them bars

[Hook]

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Your head goes round and round

[Verse 3: Prospect]

Yo, this the upcoming success, Definition of Prospect

Put your money on me, you get recognition and profits

On any condition I drops it, on a mission

No listen to gossip whether splittin' imposters

Sort of like a mobster and my niggas, I got ya

We all gon' be eatin' soon like Italians with pasta

Smokin' weed, eatin' curry chicken like the rastas

After that go to City Island and get the lobsters

Now can I get a witness, let me show y'all my visions

Never had a job but still take care all my business

No G.E.D, only diploma was my lyrics

I rhyme heavenly and let souls just off the appearance

And rap, so I keep my dough stacks, don't make me go back

And clap-clap at your door mat like "Nigga, hold that"

There's no feelings I'm feelin' cause when I'm feelin'

I'm killin' the motherfucker right on his trip then killin' the villain

[Hook]

(What)

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, the paint is peelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Down, you gotta lose all feelin'

Now, when the chips are down

Your head goes round and round