Pro Era - Hail Razor Lyrics
[Verse 1: A La $ole]I'm running with some of the illest flowsPro Era bringing the ruckus, we killed them allBrawl or fall, keeping this shit above itI buzz like a bumble, drop jaws whenever I rumbleYou said you write rhymes, but it sound like you got carpal tunnelOr arthritis, I might just all night thisThis priceless so how you gon' change overnight, kid?My style all wild, chapow, you floored nowJump out and stake in my waters until you all drownRevealing you all now, fake cats get put to sleepThe young vet, we hold the minds of [?]I bump shit from shit from Long Beach, I call it treasonMy nigga I'll take your soul, kick your shit for no reasonYou fools doo-doo, better off being neutralCause I go cuckoo, the serial and then I nuke youSexy *****, the kamasutru', I make them usefulShorties tried to lock me down, but that's that shit I'm used toThis shit is crucial, ***** Facebook, our friends ain't mutualI won't remove you, I'll just let the karma shoot youThis what the brew do, 40 ounce, I'm *****ing with soursYou niggas cowards, softer than towels, the world is ours[Verse 2: Dessy Hinds]Check the verbal attack, it's early in the rapTo leave you in a surgical strapThen get your verse dispursed with a thirst for snipping rapsAll killers scrap with a thriller latchYou got a sick beat? My heartbeat sicker, call it a iller batchThey think the RZA's back or the GZA's back or the Jigga's backNah sorry to disappoint it's just this nigga killing tracksWith no complications from this skilled content playingLeave you contemplating from the combinations of your compilationsAnd I never fathom just get at 'em with every last atomSubtract then add em to the battle listThat can't scrap with some animalsStay with the antidote for those that always have emcee fearFor you know the regular Beast CoastBut the coast gonna never be clearHe'll always kill the style because it don't get better by each yearEach other minute a missing life just becomes a leap yearCause after life it's known we coming after lifeNiggas couldn't see him after lifeWith half the mics he kill in after lifeCould you pass the mic for the train of thoughts of assasin knights?A shot at every verse with the IllMinded is the one you have to snipe.(Nigga)...Ughh... What y'all really want?[Verse 3: CJ Fly]Ain't ever meet someone iller, then some meat with salmonellaWe go in with the flow like salmon in the riverMade so many hits, no catch 22Gotta drive to get the cake you old bats better batter up tooWe got the mitts to beat youGo ahead or go longIt's me who ya' killin'I'm always feeling her upLove letting me hold the cups, shit get friskyUp for grabs like ooooo I hear the liquid cat's fishyWe'll just wait till this dogs finish his swimmingCatch it when we catch it threw it at me, a conflict in the kitchenPalms of fingers itchingFigured out if I'm killing 'em then that's gon make me richerThis money ain't a joke I won't play dumb so I won't get itA instrumental tempo strings to make it come to spin itThe truth I bent it, the rules I bend itTaking selfies with fans, we 'pendentSend your girl, I'll curse her *****ing pantiesCould you imagine in a year I don't have my *****ing band did?
