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Tick Tock (feat. Raekwon & Joell Ortiz)

King Push

Rizor

Razor(Pusha T)

Execution

The devil is a lie.

You ain't broke bread til you taste the devil's pie

they say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries

what better camouflage when the halo's your disguise

them wings don't fly, your traitor is your neighbor

at your front porch and he's handing you your paper

bath robe on but the sword's underneath

and he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street

it's the mark of the beast

the meek shall inherit the earth

the weak shall inherit the dirt

you each should have perished at birth

still born on boarded every street tax gotta come with an audit

either your life or your loved one's

street razor or a snub gun from the village what a thug's from

same corner that you coppin all your drugs from

he a hero but he un-sung

I'm the one(Raekwon)

I'm the one, yeah

ayo homie

the chambers is 36. the new and improved

now make a move these guns whistle

sizzle up dudes who got big mouths and no power

in front of the bank with no dollars got the nerve to switch crews

we better than the rest of them. i guess its the estrogen

and all the money we got we move like the mexicans

the cartel, compound, a carvel, a large scale and scarsdale

I fuck with golf now, Shala's ill,

yeah the coke is fresh straight out of Bermuda yo

i'm chillin on the beach in boca chica with tuna

salads and palaces oh, we smoke out them chalices

passing all balances a bread to the allen since

1984 was just more

then we would come through with rifles rockin night boots then war

a real nigga invention that came from my henchmen who blew up

now throw the Wu up, that's my redemptionDrug dealer been that nigga half my life

drug drug dealer been that nigga half of my life

you nigga's talk it but you ain't never seen them

imagine being first name basis with the king pin(Ortiz)

God I was lucifer's neighbor

you wouldn't believe some of the things these people do for this paper

moving with lazers on the the roof then make the move you meake the paper lose

lose situation sweat or blood you get to choose what you bath in

the chemist cook work

the runners foot work

the customs took work,

the soldiers put work in on any of these mother f*ckers to f*ck up good work

bosses tell em good work, that's just how the hood work

north face bubble with, 8 bundles under it

gold front upper smile while I was hugging it

I lied I wasn't lucifer's neighbor

he who I'm f*ckin with,

my mom's threw that snow in her nose but I would hustle it

champ hoodie mongoose with the pegs

clap your stoop up, hit mom dukes in her leg

Thats beef. y'all ain't street, y'all peep niggas write it down and try to be niggas

f*ckin everything. In that heavy swing,

second hand swept across that pretty bretling

in that Nissan Honda Chevy thing peddling whatever bring

feddy in steadily I fed my whole teamDrug dealer been that nigga half my life

drug dealer been that nigga half of my life

you nigga's talk it but you ain't never seen them

imagine being first name basis with the king pin(Pusha T)

In this art of war, my pink stroke is Picasso

Niggas get the picture I ain't gotta paint the nostrils

you know my origin is over when, fat black bitches singing over organs

die for a dollar. pride you don't swallow

you say that for the one you buying red bottoms

yeah, that's the price you gotta pay for it

all's fair in love and war she mascarade for it

Wooh! Jack-O-Lantern push,

trick or treat, f*ck your shit I earned it off the books

now listen to me vent when you sit and watch it's like tires being spinned

shots from everywhere but they never make a dent

knight in shining armor,

mistake me for the the villain 'cause my vengeance is your karma

yeah fear is knowing you're a goner

it's music to my soul 'cause it's death before dishonor

gone(Danny Brown)

Check

Got the Tongue of a pimp, raised by a dirty preacher

They used the church money to cop a new Beamer

Got the heart of a child raised by a prostitute

Who got his mama the rubbers when the john came through

It's the microphone Mastadon, great inside the extra stoned

You ain't getting pussy like your prom date had a chaperone

Poppin' pills got a nigga's brain like a laberynth

Brought the ho on purpose but I got the brain in accident

Nigga I'm your majesty, showed up with a bag of weed

Rolled a blunt so perfect thought it came up out a factory

My manuscript leave a man with a baller's dream

The insomniac with nightmares and 16s

I'm a wet dream, dry sense of humor

Travel in class like a highschool rumor

No one really cares if you embarrased us with style

Cause when it comes to those raps you be letting us down

So tell 'em why your mad son

Gotta get it off your chest?

Let 'em know how you feel son

You gotta say what you say

It don't matter the gon' say you nigga hatin' any way

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