I gotta go with "dead in the middle of Little Italy little did he know that he meddled with middle men who didn't do diddly."
Heard that in Saints Row 2 and was like
Yeah that was crazy. That was my first Pun and Joe video ever and I thought they were actual brothers.
op read my mind
I gotta go with "dead in the middle of Little Italy little did he know that he meddled with middle men who didn't do diddly."
Heard that in Saints Row 2 and was like
OP you smoove son of uh b**** i was gonna post this line. You a f***ing goat now. How does it feel
I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fathered
I slaughtered the slaughters and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I gotta go with "dead in the middle of Little Italy little did he know that he meddled with middle men who didn't do diddly."
Heard that in Saints Row 2 and was like
Its "riddled some middle men who didnt do diddily" tho op.. You back to mortal status now
Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar
And we don't stress
A .38 'til it free your chest
Then PP on the PO's desk
I'm Jay-Z in a blow out press
Relate me to your blowout's best
Can't hate me, I'm remote you're deaf
I'm HD, causin' photo theft
My AC antifreeze gotta—that part
Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye don't rest
My IV qualify T-rex
Society kept my IQ vexed
Denyin' me from an Ivy school
Applyin' me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest
The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh
Its "riddled some middle men who didnt do diddily" tho op.. You back to mortal status now
FACTOID
Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar
And we don't stress
A .38 'til it free your chest
Then PP on the PO's desk
I'm Jay-Z in a blow out press
Relate me to your blowout's best
Can't hate me, I'm remote you're deaf
I'm HD, causin' photo theft
My AC antifreeze gotta—that part
Hold your breath, I'm 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye don't rest
My IV qualify T-rex
Society kept my IQ vexed
Denyin' me from an Ivy school
Applyin' me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a kill confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search of laws and verse of the birth I nest
The—uh, the awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse what's left, uh
what does my IV qualify t-rex mean?
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
"Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man see that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes"
last 2 lines specifically are so satisfying
quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
when I was 10
back when 9 ounces had got you 10
and 9 times out of 10
niggas don’t pay attention
so when there’s tension in the air
9’s come with extensions
I black out like Howard University when I verbally turn into Hercules hurtin' these Emcees early and urgently urkin' my nerves searching for certain certified nouns and verbs on the verge of vigorous victory