Labor Day lyrics

[Action Bronson]:
Queens legend, dippin' in a green legend
Bless the mic, more holier than three reverends
You talkin' sh*t like three rectums
The clique stay connected, my di*k stay protected
Dirty b*tches, fishy like the squeegee market

[Chase Infinite]:
Chief marksmen
Snipin' at you movin' targets
God's archer
Shootin' at you dark forces
Corporate endorsement
The awkward and awesome
Rebel to the cause
Protecting Allah's fortress

[Wais P]:
Chase said Porsches
Buyin' Van Gogh portraits
Trainin' horses, get it? Trainin' whore's
Pimp sh*t, clap you like applauses
Boat ride flow make you nauseous
Wais P, retire rappers, Randy Moss sh*t

[Termanology]:
I'm Jesus Christ in white Forces
My wife gorgeous like Rosario Dawson
I school rappers
I could teach you a couple courses
It's Ology, got eight finger
They all frost bite
[Scram Jones]:
My old rhymes, I just tossed it
I'm talkin' mad dog sh*t
I'm winnin' but I lost it
Trip over my cordless
I'm drippin' like a faucet
Scram Jones, gettin' dibs
Labor Day, everyday like a b*tch with seven kids
I'm cold, get a fridge
I know the snowman, Freddie Gibbs
I'm in the mud like heavy pigs

[Push! Montana]:
I'm gettin' rich but I got nightmares of lockin' in state greens
Spit with B.I.G. and slap box 'Pac in my daydreams
Say I gotta give it up for tryin' to be a legend black
This is that Lil' Wayne, zebra print leggin' rap
This that gap, push your fruit cup melon back
Get a four pack, break 'em down and compressing that

[Freddie Gibbs]:
Jack 'em for a hundred pounds of stress I know he's stressin' that
I throw a couple bows and I go OT with the rest of that
Robber of the year, should put my mask up on the mantle piece
Set some n*ggas up out in L.A. with some Atlanta freaks
For pus*y, power and paper n*ggas be squeezin' pistols
Just get your doe and get out cause n*gga we out to get you