Liquid and sorcerers, spitters in charge
The vision is ours, damn
Yo I'm as big as Lamar
I remember playing shows with the cigs in the car
Sticks in the jar
I'm kicking the dar like Biggie Shakar
Whoops
I mean Wallace
Yo that shit was bizarre
And remember me and Q made that shit with Bizarre
Yo that shit was the bomb
And I need my space like I'm sitting with Tom
No strings attached like I picked a guitar
You took one L and chose a sport that was fake
Ronda Rousey
I'm chilllin with my queen can't let these blondes arouse me
I took the whip and took the Honda Southeast
Put me in a boxing ring, I'm knocking out your mouthpiece
All these sucka emcees wanna try and be me
But you can't be me, I'm a don, I'm a G
Screaming f*ck the police, Rest In Peace Easy-E
I'm a god, I'm a beast, you are not an emcee
You just nod to the beat, you eat snots when you sneeze
You eat cock, you're a freak
When I drop you repeat
Parakeet, parakeet
Bitch I do this in my sleep
While you 6 feet deep cause you tried to f*ck with me
Heard you got one gun, I draw 4 like I'm Uno
Skip cards, skip car, I'm a dog like I'm Pluto
You could get this knee, you get it? Like Pluto
Hop in my belly, yeah I'm talking like sumo
You're taking cock in your culo
I'm making pasta and noodles
Your bitch's taco is beautiful
I'm at the chips like it's Bugles
I'm Tom Jones it's unusual
The beat is cute when I shoot you
I'm shooting through your Isuzu
I'm shooting up like Anabolic
I'm after profits , your man is garbage
I'll grab his wallet
If my album leaks then my plans are tarnished
Initially, I'm an ass kicker
That's why I grab the AK
I don't play k and I don't placate
These lame fakes that play hate and they say
They'll go on a Bobby Flay plate
Okay mate
All these sucka emcees wanna try and be me
But you can't be me, I'm a don, I'm a G
Screaming f*ck the police, Rest In Peace Easy-E
I'm a god, I'm a beast, you are not an emcee
You just nod to the beat, you eat snots when you sneeze
You eat cock, you're a freak
When I drop you repeat
Parakeet, parakeet
Gemini
F*cking get'em
Where to start? Where to start
I think that they forgot
My boy been cooking up so I came to stir the pot
I hear they snortin Zans, talking shit all on the gram
But all that goes unheard like when Budden killed a Graham
What a shame, what a shame
That the realest in the game
Fall behind all of those who trade their souls up for the fame
All that money, all those cars don't change that you're a lame
We could be on the same bill but when we go up on that stage
The fans be loving me and can't recall your lil' names
I'm bringing down the house, committing total slaughter
They lookin at me Crooked, I know them Jersey waters
So stay quiet as a mouse or you'll be looking for your daughters
Parakeet, parakeet
Play the beat, bring it back
Sing the hook then they repeat and repeat
But not me
I'm 5'9 with the flows
Spit bars like I'm Royce
Laid back in the Rolls
Still Captain on a Monday like my first name is Joel
Shit I meant Joell
Forgot the extra L like you hoppin in the cyph just to maybe catch the smell
DT stop the beat, I'm spittin too much heat
The duo of the year
We dynamic, we elite
Coming back with Volume 2
Another classic for the streets
Keeping haters mad, got'em asking when we'll cease
But the fans all steady waiting on the edge of their seats
Stay tuned for that release
HA
All these sucka emcees wanna try and be me
But you can't be me, I'm a don, I'm a G
Screaming f*ck the police, Rest In Peace Easy-E
I'm a god, I'm a beast, you are not an emcee
You just nod to the beat, you eat snots when you sneeze
You eat cock, you're a freak
When I drop you repeat
Parakeet, parakeet