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shaz krew interlude/firecracker/the pkm heist - you-c lyrics

[part 1: shaz krew interlude]

[talking:]
ayo real quick, two rules. thou shall not fuck with flawless leauge. and thou shall not fuck with shaz krew
yeah, live from the markham asylum
dom’nestic, tenason, apaché, profe$$or x, astro, and myself, the yza
we are the shaz krew
strength, honor, ambition, and zealous. k!lling rappers everywhere
oh what, ya’ll thought access denied was the last project… nah!
we gon’ continue to build, continue to destroy
so without no further ado, i’d like to bring to you, my brothers, the shaz krew. yeager!

[part 2: firecracker]

it’s tenason, you-c!

[verse 1: ben tenason]
the game gon’ take it down it’s throat, like it’s kobayashi
rapping up my edge cause my flow is like a kawasaki
k!lling all these niggas, fat boy, this is nagasaki
ain’t taking shit, like the bottom of a port-a-potty
playing rob zombie, on the top of a jalopy
with a thousand dead bodies looking sloppy in the lobby
me rapping is totally a hobby
and me snapping is sort of like karate
but before you try to stop me, i’ll move like mr. bobby
on top of a tsunami, drinking sake
i’m so animated, i am featured on toonami
godd-mn it, this is old school, and this track is kind of floppy. (tenason!)
here’s a quick lesson for the niggas i’m addressing
don’t look at me like i’m average, baby nigga i’m a blessing
ya’ll shit kind of neat, while shaz is interesting
[?]
i’m progression, your recession. i’m the lead and your the rest
we the kings to the peasants, shouts the answer to your questions
what’s the message i’m expressing? pay attention to the session
like cell’s third form, stupid nigga we perfection
ya’ll sleep on me like my name is tempurpedic
got my haunt up in your dreams like the day for trick-or-treating
nah i ain’t no joke, naruto, just believe it
my style so glossy, ya’ll could say i’m mr. cleanest
ya’ll might not get it, let me go and just repeat it
my style so glossy, ya’ll could say i’m mr. cleanest
[?] i’m a motherfucking g*nius
and just like spit fire, motherfucking phoenix
a motherfucking phoenix
a motherfucking phoenix
and just like spit fire, a motherfucking phoenix

[verse 2: you-c]
drop the pen, let my mind speak
i might be high enough to where your eyes can’t reach
shit, the motherfucking vision of a mad man
klansmen can’t even touch this
nigga right here, might fear
where my time at. drop a couple ice cubes in the pyrex
fly enough in a pri-jet
drop a hiroshima bomb in the middle of the projects
aye, c. green, can’t fuck with it
out of luck with it. looney toons, daffy duck with it
like a right hook, left hook, jab-jab
turn into a stab-stab, when i get d-mn mad
clap back like a standing ovation in the nation
with a full clip out of the gun of my memory
turn into a hennessy bottle
turned up, volume knob, going full throttle
hey ho! sipping lean mixed with draino
in a range rov, with your b-tch playing bingo
slid into the dm, of your bm
now i’m tweaking, coming back with defense
recently i was on the beach doing chi-town cypher
p-ss me the lighter so-
i can blaze the microphone, til the lights come on
it doesn’t matter if i’m right or wrong, i’m fighting strong
just like a soldier
wake up and smell the foldrers
crush a nigga body like a boulder
twist his -ss like a folder
shit, hit him with the cold shoulder
they say shit ain’t what it seems
reality is only a insecure dream, or a reject pair of supremes
life’s a b-tch, no better yet a drag queen

[part 3: the pkm heist]

[news skit:]
shot and k!lled the hold up man in a gun battle just two blocks away from the bank. the gunman’s death ended 15 minutes of terror on broadway, that included a bomb threat, the taking of 5 hostages, and an escape with one of those hostages on a motorcycle

[verse 1: you-c]
as the chord drops, my sword drops
decapitating non-believers now until the force stops
refer to me as qui-gon, liam neeson, and ra’s al ghul
my rhymes so smooth, that it will make ya’ll drool
now aren’t i cool? call me fonzie with a p-h
gave your girl the hp. ph balance
plus i’m eating a salad, with out the dressing
this funeral’s kind of casual
climbing the ladder the success when i am off an adderall
laugh about it
my pride is blacker than james brown, i’ve got to shout it
get on up inside. feeling good as she yells out “please.”
not referring to music when i say she got the cd
do you-c me? or are you legally blind
like ray robinson, i can find myself behind
until i a numerator, denominating the darth mauls
put your panties on and suffer these withdrawals
i told peta my lizard was dragging on the floor
so i unleashed the charizard just to fourth degree burn them more
my name is you-c
the dash is only there just to make sure that you see
the number 7 intellect, they know better it’s a no flex zone
put down the first three letters, look in the sky, and you will see a drone

the third letter
yeager! sinister laugh

[verse 2: profe$$or x]
i’m back in this, separating fact from fiction
changing the game, they call me richard nixon
your b-tch hit me up, asking for some fixing
all black everything like jigga in ’09
my b-tch badder than a nickel and two dimes
like my women how i like my food, with some lime
rap better than your favorite rapper on his best days
i’m being c-cky, i’m being honest dare i say
burning up the spring like chicago in may
you-c and profe$$or x, we’ve got another cl-ssic
k!lling rappers on their song, oh that’s so tragic
when you hear this back, i know you thinking, “d-mn he’s sick.”
not even from the vile, but i know the illuminati
and i don’t rap badder than that nigga yo gotti
going faster than a roadrunner in a bugatti
bars stepped up, i’m on some mirakuru
future trunks, they say i go harder than goku
niggas know they better step down, excuse you
i’m on some k-n-d shit, operation k.r.e.w
i’m high up on this pedestal, they asking “how’s the view.”
they keep asking, “x you rap? oh man, who knew.”
asking the forplace man to heat up the furnace
lungs of a champ, the boy got true endurance
these rappers need help, by enhanced performance
they asking state farm for that rap insurance

profe$$or x
shaz
i’m the illest rapper alive!

- you c lyrics

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