[Verse 1: Qubik]
Yo
I don’t even know where I can start this shit
I never guessed that I’d depart this quick
Craftin these lyrics like I'm an artisan
The modern day Sparticus
Am I a rapper or a fuckin arsonist?
It’s hard to decide
Cause my only motivation is mass genecide
Once I become all the shit that I am dreamin of
Schemin of
They gonna be so fuckin shocked
They won’t believe this stuff
I'm spending all this energy for an
“I told you so.”
An extra benefit is that I can fill the rows
But not as in shows
That’ll happen in timе
But right now I'm referencing
This massivе thorn in my side
It might be mumble rap
It could also be anxiety or somethin like that
Call it what you want, but it won’t last for long
Cause I will come within minutes
To figure it out and then resolve it
If you have any involvement
I’ll throw a molotov and set you ablaze
I guess that answers that question
But so many it creates
I always keep it clean
Like I'm Billy fuckin Mays
I’ll major in Criminology like I’m Killah Rae
My M-E-T-H-O-D is fan-tastic
I'm bustin like a semi-automatic
I'm quite erratic, and if they want it
Then I'ma let em have it
I must warn you that the ending could be fatal
My mind is unstable
You don’t wanna play
Even if you got a Dreidel
I’ll rip you up in Ableton, I’m able son
You’re so fuckin negative, and I'm the greater 1
I will take out any target
Regardless if there’s an army backin me or after me
I'm just sick of pussies backstabbing me
This is for the fam, not the people with my blood
Cause that is every single man
If you don’t understand
Your head will decorate my lance
Don’t say that I ain’t give you a chance
Apologies in advance
[Chorus: Mobb Deep]
Son they shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook, 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks. Scared to death, scared to look. Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
[Verse 2: Qubik]
Every time you talkin shit, you’re watering a tree, that has no olive branch
I’m tellin you that you don’t wanna dance
I'm not implying violent action
Cause compared to mental torment it is lowered to a fraction
Instead I will approach, then boast about my numbers n shit
And then I’ll give my autograph, to one of your kids
Then I’ll find your old bitch who’s eatin dick for food
I’ll explain all my success, to make her fall for this dude
I’ll tell her “You’re my world Boo. I’m convinced that Heaven sent you.”
Then I’ll hire a pilot to spell F-U, right in the sky
When we’re layin down, with nothin in mind
The plane will fly by, and she’ll be so surprised
She’ll tell me I’m the best damn boyfriend alive
Then I’ll get on one knee, and give her the finger
That’s pointin right at the vapor that spells out the profanity
That’s what she’ll get when sayin that she was always a fan of me
When back in the day, she wasn’t stannin me
Perhaps this is insanity and crazy. But that’s the shit that’s on my mind lately
Don’t mistake me. You cannot escape me or my reticle
I'm gonna fuck you up like your first ever edible
That’s a sensible prediction, with no fiction
I'm an odd one. Real friends? I got none
That might be hyperbole but certainly, my dogs can be snakes
They were born fuckin rats, like 2008
Every Record Label Suck Dick, I don’t plan on getting signed
You’re dealin with 9 white guys on floor 25
Drinking fine wine that’re robbin you blind
I feel like Jay-Z, I need to get this off my chest
Cause it always wakes me, when I'm layin in bed
Apologies in advance for what’s about to come
Cause I'm about to turn major cities to a slum
The world is gonna look like Metallica albums
Cause I'm not in it for the income, I'm in it for the outcome
I call it mass assassination
Prepare for your final inhalation, experience all sensations
Before your skull is amputated. Yeah!
The point is; do not fuck with me, because you will regret it
You betta go hit the exit, give your pathetic flow an edit
Fore you make a proper entrance
If you decide otherwise, just let me know
So you can die as painlessly as possible
You’re a very minor obstacle, you little fuckin runt
Evel Knievel ain’t pull that many stunts at once
And if you continue to be a dunce, and act like a cunt;
I’ll get a tattoo on my dick that says YAGGFU Front
When I can, that's word to my moms, apologies in advance
[Chorus: Mobb Deep]
Son, they shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Scared to death, scared to look, they shook
Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
Livin' the life that of diamonds and guns
There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
So some get shot, locked down, and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones
He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one
