Letra Rolling 200 Deep VII - Dj Kay Slay, Vado, Grand Puba

Rolling 200 Deep VII

And me, one of the illest MC’s
Tone Touch, hold up, still blowin' trees
But never gettin' too blunted
Spittin' on this beat with another two hundred (Let's go!)
An OG but I just begun, trust me, son
You know that I bust be gone, where the smile on my face?
So it must be fun, take Kings
Yo, you know where the fuck we from
Ayo, peep this, Kay on some G shit
How many more of these I gotta heat quick?
This nigga speechless
You know I’m far from a regular competitor
The heckler, I live it, I let ring it like a cellular
44, the mag, these Rollies like «Call the cab»
Move the water fast, your order, I order last
Fuck a autograph, I have the Porsches 6's, 7's, 8's
Like, dawg, that’s my autograph
What’s the science? Why you mad?
I pick honies like a scab
As I dip then dive like Kyrie and duck a jab
I’m not your average rapper, finger snapper, then I zap her
Go to college, join a fraternity, 'cause you a capper
The idol maker, the real McCoy, give me that bag
You know the 411, 8−2-11, my swag
I’m bonafide, certified, a different texture
Keepin' 12 toes down, I was born with two extra
I got fire like that fox 'bout Modzilla
The devil tryna spar but I got us 'cause God with us
Nigga, you a dolphin in the water with shark killas
I’m iller, they put me to fight gorillas like Godzilla
I rob niggas actin' like they harder in the heart
Bigger, bigger, they are harder, I’m a hog spitter
My horror spitter, poets check niggas for heart rhythms
My opps in the dark and I’ll throw you in the dark with 'em
I’m heartless
OK, Kay say «OK, slay player»
Cool, for BK, I AK next sayers
First stage, shut haters up, front pager
Offstage, I’m the backstage upstager
Track killa, money train conductor
Ex-crack dealer before I became the hustler
Wait, game keep it up,
played the face leader
Big game shake peacer, take a piece, huh
Fuck your power, I devour the stage
Every hours, a dolla, holla, come out of the cage
They told me to stick to the script, nah
I’m off this pace, you say you nice with this pen
Pull out, that’s a grenade, a letter 59
Trick’ll have you smoke on your birthday
One minute before your next age
Yeah, I’m nice with the nine, open the spine, 12 gate
Duck down, buck shots, built his body in 12 ways
Bars like I’m headed for D-Row
On the track, murder that she wrote
Zodiac and cancer killin' bitches like Kemo
Couple haters with me still bringin' they heat though
Freaky little bitty, I’ma spit on that D, hoe
Sign myself, I ain’t ownin' no labels
Head of the table, move swift, Taylor, my labels
Got a nigga wanna eat me, tell him save 'em for later
I’m hot like but Kane knows
Fuck it, this Kane song, outta minds and please
Featuring a hundred and ninety nine MC’s
The God first of law nurse, this hard verse is lyrical artwork
Colorful as Starbust, I know a lot of y’all tend to forget
That you can close the curtains, this the ending of your set
Understand when you feenin' the vet
Oh, I’m clearly addressing like vinegar erect
I bring the drama like Kay Slay or a player out the theater
Since junior high school cafeteria, I tear it up
'Causin' mass hysteria, things is gettin' wearier
Kids is being shy haters, halloween, I’m scarier
To Jason, Kentucky, been your little ass night
Niggas know they gotta buck me like dolla dolla bill, y’all
The Big God live a life they may feel of
Since children are the corn, even though they’re born