Spit That sh*t lyrics

by

Quincy Jones


[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone]
I drink adrenaline, killing 'em with my ink pen it's leaking synonyms
Inking what I'm thinking, I'm blinking menacing
Energy get to swimming and my dreams sending this killer in a trance
Then the demons enter him lyrically n*gga you better believe I'm iller
And I kill a n*gga with ease, I'm creeping like a thief in the evening
Reminiscent of Jesus, rip a n*gga to pieces, eating any MC for dinner and
Give 'em the middle finger, my English sending 'em to the brink of extinction
I swing ya then I begin to ling ya, that mean I sink your dental in
Fiendish, lyrical genius, squeamish women and gentlemen need to flee the scene
I'm skeeting demon semen that means the villain is c*mming evil
Damn I need some Ritalin
Before you f*ck with a n*gga, you and your dumb f*cks should remember
You rather get struck by a truck doing a buck when it hits ya
Picture a mixture of Attila the Hun and Hitler
Still on the run but it's the young villain that's coming to get ya
I'm 2pac and Mike, cause I'm a thug and I'm realer
If ya mix it up, I'm a Thriller plus I'm a killer

[Hook: Demetrius Capone]
Spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t
We don't give a f*ck n*gga
Spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t
Eat a n*gga up n*gga
Spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t
Leave a n*gga stuck n*gga
Spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t, spit that sh*t
We don't give a f*ck n*gga
[Verse 2: Julius Luciano]
n*gga I'm a lyrical giant
Consider me an Internet virus, put it in the art of pitiful rhyming
Number one like KRS, n*gga you a digit behind us, speaking of which I'm criminal minded
I'm headed to the top, any ladder I be willing to climb it
Switching the climate, temperature rising
That means it gets hot, I'm a shine 'til your vision is blinded you can't begin to visualize it
Sinister tyrant and I've got to destroy, move with a master fleet
And no, I ain't trying to keep up with the Jones', I move at a faster speed
In fact, I'm like the ? be ?
Yeah, you cats can be coy, as for me boy I'm soldier born
Get up in the Trojan War, could've stopped the Trojan Horse long before it got to reach Troy
The drama could pop if I say so
I'm only interested in filling my pockets with the pay load
Make those Pesos, anyone of you trying to stop me trying to get my bank roll
You get popped I'm a chop you tomato
Turn your face into pasta, your noggin to Prego
Put holes in you guys like a bagel, but it's bye bye n*gga; hasta luego

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Julius Luciano]
Yeah, I'm a cold son of a gun
That's why I call my gun pops, my gun pop one in your lung
No crew under the sun can flow or spit better
Your whole clique better run and be done
[Verse 4: Demetrius Capone]
I'm a cold son of a b*tch
Gun on the hip, I'm ripping until it's done and the clip
I'm sunning your spit, I'm spitting out my son and my young is the minute your tonguing your chick
Which one of you pricks wanna test Capone
I'm best left alone when I possess the chrome
In a second your chest get blown to bits quicker than lickity spit never leave your vest at home
I rip y'all n*ggas into sections, quick draw with the Smith and Wesson
n*ggas is quick to sh*t talk and disrespect it
Pick that like an interception, I've been a threat sh*t

[Verse 5: Julius Luciano]
I'm ill, I masticate tracks man
Can't match cause you don't have the same passion
You ain't still be real with yourself
Quit feeling yourself in a masturbate fashion
You rather take baths in Lake Placid
You don't wanna cross my path it's straight savage
??????????? face facts, you're trash
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