[Joell I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another Hip hop got my spine But be fine brother My mind above all you jive suckers Listen, that's to my mother You a shot at me I'm a shot back Your's is on a Mine's by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll back Open the mac's mouth and out like I do not rap I'm sick and tired of niggas They fifth is lyin in they drawer Next door to some bullshit they be makin up stories that them little kids be buyin I do everything my Penn State a Nittany lion I ain't gotta mention the streets on this To get in a nigga ass on beats like a thong, pause Veterans me, the up and coming scared The pretty girls go? here's my underwear... Never in a hundred years I thought I'd be a But in less than a hundred bars I knew I'd be a I'm PS4 in HD and the screen is You're Atari 2600 with a adapter Between us the gap's so I'm Gucci, Louis V, you're Gap, Old I get in the V, you attract no ladies You're suburb, I'm gutter where it make cat's go
[Nino Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be sucessor That done fucka, what up whatever You is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup! who does better? Walk around with metal all on me like the front of
I for cheddar, you owe me Leave holes in your vest that'll open your chest a sunken treasure I'm like a phenomenon Droppin' for fun then dining in hell during Ramadan Whatever I'm rhymin' on, or whoever I tear em on my pops, no fear in my heart Shit, been it all Done swam with the sharks, snapped fins with my I'm all that, and a bag of the baddest Off a of hash mixed with acid hits Like sick cracker Get back dumb birds I ignore the Click clack, Berg if you flossin ice Dog, cross me twice, can't afford the cost you, I'll off your life You soft, I you I'm raw white When I'm on this mic, the at Knight Don't see mornin' light And I feel like I'm forced to When the chips are down like Ponch fallin' of his Of course my metaphors are awesome, right I got em in awe, my aura's like What's really poppin', who's diddy You was a Now you all Common and really I with that silly nonsense I pop shit My gun stay cocked like Biggie's I evolvin, but grown bitter On your grave they carvin? with the wrong nigga...
I:] I don't I kill a pen leak his blood on the page I breathe bars, like oxygen my lungs in a cage Instrumentals get fucked on the stage, a Unless I dig in the crates, and fuck somethin my age Forever vow to never smile when I'm at Only when I'm eatin' the deceased kiesh Only when my enemies eternal organs are a in the feast The with melanin and let em in the belly of the beast You'll be missin' till fisherman see corpse be in Michigan stickin' a chickin In my ready to pigeon pitch again Switzerland to New York I was whippin' before them pictures up in the Source I'm a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo Shoot you while you're talkin, on some camera crew shit Sicker then flying in past tense, on flu shit Day old asshole flow, I drop new Exclusive, you want it in fact I'll the doctors operating on the front of your back Tryin to keep your stomach The spiritual you, leavin your he don't wanna go back when the tunnel go black I'll your soul to the atmosphere Fuck outta here, and your tone rap career It's Crooked I, the of east side Long Beach Put your ear to the street, so you can my heartbeat
Da 5'9":] I hope know show up to ya show I'll up where you go Show up to ya 4's explode shells For hit the flo' I know know I got an window flow I air out In the D' they used to me Mayor Royce Now call me Clay Davis why? Cause when it to them words You know I wear out I write like white lines On the tray Ice cold, Ice Cube flow O'Shea Riding shot gun Chris Martin my DJ Not the white boy, but I'm for the Coldplay stay violent, better stay silent Hammers hummin' Like strummin' the or violin Speaking of, I done into the violence then my nigga Charles Hamilton played Sonic I wrap up, clap niggas up, scrap niggas up that or we gon' slap niggas up Dump dirt on you right before I go into my Maino If I smell the of Yung Berg on ya it ain't no more, ain't no dough Get into his ass cause I ain't I'm a living anal I'm a Matter fact my Jumpoff can I keep goin? (WHY THE NOT!) I was a teen, I used to pack a .380 Now I'm spittin', between Shady and Jay I pull da jeans down on my and then wave Cause the pussy Max B when she ain't shave I leave the smellin' like somebody ain't sprayed I would about Kimbo but I ain't crazy I'm Marty McFly Goin back in time and dissin' his momma you can't fade me
Budden:] They say he a for real Then see the ass on his girl So wonderin', why he so mad at the world I it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it So even to the it's hard to I.D. it tremendous, it's in your best interest I insist your men just, do your best Bish's Endless, move more then 2 My blood'll like I got a big skin cyst So end this, or see me Or see the of a llama Underground prima ain't hard to find popppin' E in a Honda With hands E. Honda, he a monster I love war it's my pet peeve kinda But for us to beef you should be honored My dick gettin hard, I see vagina, Nah, rewind line each time Speak and meet 9, mano e mano When it it pours grab a teflon poncho You now with Mouse, the head honcho Nigga I could fit house in my condo I walk around like been legalized Just me and the desert eagle, and the eye Closed casket, now you having a box, Zipper over head, dude's calling you crotch face So ya'll could bump like us But the next time rap's Add as a plus Don't nobody hit the pad us And would get up in ass But the might bust And since tags is a must I hit the and all I do is withdrawl Chicks removing drawls Now your is in awe How you jewels from a cubicle in the mall You gon' need processor, To process it, set it I it! So running around hot headed Till you get hot Till everything but your on you is prosthetic Digest it, is pie-thetic Rap you can't afford, ya'll must got credit All you gotta know is I, Royce, Bless & Joell Joe spell, NO L!