Heads Up

[Intro: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]

Yeah, we on a high stake game right now my G

No foots allowed, you understand?

[Verse 1: Jackpot Scotty Wotty]

I dribbled in Philly, doubled down in Vegas

Tripled off a nickel, down in Talladega

Tipped the oath, blood, money and smoke

And I swear the state wrote any rhymes that I quote

Here on now's about, stuffing the couch

Making sure that shit is slammed right in your mouth

I'm laying on cellophane bags stuffed in vials

Palms got itchy cause my girl blew trial

Checking for funny money purple life a marked bill

Throw your dick in the dirt for chopped grills

Open like a market of fleas and from

11-7, son if you copping for trees

And I'm only fucking with 20s and Z's

If you get the wrong idea, you better come with the D's

Cause the bank won't stop and the bank won't freeze

A double dose of process and 4 g's

[Verse 2: U-God]

I spent a lot of time on the bounce to get it right

Stay rough around the edges like a bare-knuckle fight

Call me Smokey Robinson when I write as I'm a journal

I keep the burner tucked, deep inside the thermal

And the way I hear you talking to me is irrelevant

My laser sharp speech, makes me relevant

Makes the ground shake like a gang of elephants

And I came with mathematics, supreme intelligence

So I can mix it in the pot and watch the rocks just melt

Or put holes on the block it's just a notch on my belt

Or invest in new bubbles watch it rock it and sell

When the pockets start to swell, I'm taking that lane

Hit the button doors open like butterfly wings

And the sound system jumping on the summertime thing

And we always up to something when the temperature's hot

At the Maldives island watch the landing gear drop

[Verse 3: GZA]

Lyrical battles I identify with

I load up and exploit this fly gift

The clip is filled with 16 bars

Lead hits the paper so the loose leaf scarred

The mic booth is bulletproof

Anger and frustration, auto fire from hooded youths

In the darkest area assassin down to bury ya

Decode a message from the fastest carrier

This craft of trade with a sharp blade

A double-edged sword give life in dark fades

Turn murderous rap only means I killed it

Up close and personal, Wu-Tang we filled it

Mic masters Hip Hop's hallmark

The Big Bang of rap and the center was all dark

Then came the spark and we begin to rhyme

And shine light on the world in the form of art