Fisherman

[Chorus]

Don't talk, we ain't listening

Don't need no lights, chain glistenin'

One listen you hooked, the fisherman

It's over once we apply pressure man, so

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Apply the pressure man

[Verse 1: Illa J]

I rain the hits on top of the world my brain is sick

Took my dick up out this world I'm finna take a piss

My wrist is

You can see me from another galaxy

Gotta be real flashy for that to be, possible

But in my world the impossible is possible

Tell 'em like Dilla told 'em

Take you straight to the hospital

When I feel the beat with all of my soul

Fill the street with my songs

Put my feet on the road

Call it Beatles, Rubber Soul

Cause I'm stunning yea I'm stunning

I be signed I'm on the road

Are you frontin', you runnin' cause your status level low

Level zero and my blow the batters number O

And [?] got our sleeves up

Cause our whole team on flow

You just mad cause you had to put your dream on hold

Then you think how could you be so cold?

Every time you see my Delicious Vinyl team logo

Apply the pressure with my scarface, Al Pacino flow

[Chorus]

Don't talk, we ain't listening

Don't need no lights, chain glistenin'

One listen you hooked, the fisherman

It's over once we apply pressure man, so

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Apply the pressure man

[Verse 2]

Man, I try to tell them that this ain't regular rhetoric

I'm in over aggressive, them niggas under competitive

Talking a whole lotta nothing they been discussing

As soon as I said it they serve the same purpose as sedatives

They so simple and repetitive they need to get edited

They know I'm at 'em they like "man, who let this nigga in?"

My chain glisten but mane listen

Me being here was never a lame mission

Been going against the grain since I was sending dames

And lane switching, chicken change

Moving it powerful, play my position

Everything you be itching they get it, yo listen to [?]

I got life in the palm of my hand I'm pitching the bitch

And I can't be the anecdote I'm leaving these niggas sick

Like I thought he quit? Nigga you wish, I'm on my shit

Shit, and Illa told me tell them niggas "shhh"

[Chorus]

Don't talk, we ain't listening

Don't need no lights, chain glistenin'

One listen you hooked, the fisherman

It's over once we apply pressure man, so

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Apply the pressure man

[Verse 3: Frank Nitt]

Boss man on deck

I can write raps for tracks and sign your check

I'm a pillar of respect nigga, who you gon' tell?

I deliver like Dilla got the Rover from [?]

I'm sorry you niggas fell off, view from the bleachers

And now them boys special, need more time with the teachers

Like "Please, can you teach us?"

Sit your ass down

I come from the era where we just beat up the class clown

Get in or get down, I catch you in class later

My name is Frank Nitt but you call me the curator

Muthafuckas

[Chorus]

Don't talk, we ain't listening

Don't need no lights, chain glistenin'

One listen you hooked, the fisherman

It's over once we apply pressure man, so

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Apply the pressure man