"Clash Symphony" lyrics
[Pop Life:]
One two, one two?
That's right, I made that name "First Serve," I'm serving my shit first
[?], Trinity Ave, man, y'all stand the fuck up on this one
You already know what it is
Platinum on plaques, live infinite, flyin' elite
It's Pop Life (Pop Life)
Many done heard the word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter
Gave himself the pink slip, dude couldn't handle it
Scared to get his hands dirty
[?]
Devoid of sympathy, meaning not in sync, could give a fuck of what you think, yo
But watch what you say
I wasn't raised for you to tip-toe through them two lips (Nah)
Gon' get knocked on your ass from what's past your lips
I'mma put what that 1-2 check
Shout-out to Syringe, we merge into the traffic
Travelin' throughout your body to relay the classic hymn (Hollowed be thy name)
Your name's hollow and your fame should have followed
Face it, yo
Your glow is diminishin'
Why your new nemesis is findin' that genesis
No need for tissues 'cause there's no need for cryin'
Life's the main issue even when lives are dyin'
The world'll keep spinnin' without givin' an eye blink (So?)
So I'mma keep spinnin' while I'm rockin' on my mix
Don't even think to send your little subordinates to my coordinates
I'll send 'em right to Jesus' crib
Think I'm talking crazy?
Yes, I'm very
Fuck you and your moms, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga
[Lenore Witter:]
It's Part 2 in this bitch
You fuckin' with the wrong group of people
Lenore Agnes Witter
You fuckin' heard my name
We do this shit, nigga
You heard me?
You heard me?!
Get they ass, baby (Get it!)
[Deen Witter:]
Wack niggas fantasize of bond flows
Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
The shit I stand for is off-limits to challengers (Yeah baby!)
You twirl a baton while I'm swingin' this Excalibur (Bitch nigga!)
Mom co-signed it, peep your sidewindin'
Brokeback Mountain ass climbin'
Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar
You sinister, your ha-cha-cha hand destroyal
Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted
The only runnin' the streets you doin' is with laced up Asics, you're basic
See, this boy's a boiled egg
Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin' your [?]
He had a full clip in the candy
He was ready to take the wrapper off, applaud your physical and burp you
Nigga, you a purple hanky (A purple hanky, bitch)
A young prince fuckin' with Doughboy
The only boys in the hood you got is a car mechanic
You are a panic
A [?] whippin' his lined up
Tear that behind up
It's men here, take the pumps off
You ain't a ho, you just a jump-off
Call a nigga froggy (Ah, call that nigga Maurice)
See me in the streets, I'm like the "dah-daaahh" (That's right, Deen Witter, bitch!)
[Narrator:]
Shit, damn right it got ugly
I mean, brother against brother?
[Pop:]
That's my word, if I see that nigga in the street, I'mma bust his ass
[Narrator:]
Fans takin' sides and shit
I mean, the fucked up thing about it?
The nigga Goon Time?
He profitin' on the whole thing (Yeah)
What we gon' do now?
It's all fucked up now
It's all fucked up now
[Pop:]
Yeah, it was fucked up for a minute
Yo, I wind up layin' low for about 4 months
But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door? (Oh)
I had to bounce
One two, one two?
That's right, I made that name "First Serve," I'm serving my shit first
[?], Trinity Ave, man, y'all stand the fuck up on this one
You already know what it is
Platinum on plaques, live infinite, flyin' elite
It's Pop Life (Pop Life)
Many done heard the word about this bird nigga, Deen Quitter
Gave himself the pink slip, dude couldn't handle it
Scared to get his hands dirty
[?]
Devoid of sympathy, meaning not in sync, could give a fuck of what you think, yo
But watch what you say
I wasn't raised for you to tip-toe through them two lips (Nah)
Gon' get knocked on your ass from what's past your lips
I'mma put what that 1-2 check
Shout-out to Syringe, we merge into the traffic
Travelin' throughout your body to relay the classic hymn (Hollowed be thy name)
Your name's hollow and your fame should have followed
Face it, yo
Your glow is diminishin'
Why your new nemesis is findin' that genesis
No need for tissues 'cause there's no need for cryin'
Life's the main issue even when lives are dyin'
The world'll keep spinnin' without givin' an eye blink (So?)
So I'mma keep spinnin' while I'm rockin' on my mix
Don't even think to send your little subordinates to my coordinates
I'll send 'em right to Jesus' crib
Think I'm talking crazy?
Yes, I'm very
Fuck you and your moms, she look like Tyler Perry with a wig, nigga
[Lenore Witter:]
It's Part 2 in this bitch
You fuckin' with the wrong group of people
Lenore Agnes Witter
You fuckin' heard my name
We do this shit, nigga
You heard me?
You heard me?!
Get they ass, baby (Get it!)
[Deen Witter:]
Wack niggas fantasize of bond flows
Tell the big mouth that the bank is closed
The shit I stand for is off-limits to challengers (Yeah baby!)
You twirl a baton while I'm swingin' this Excalibur (Bitch nigga!)
Mom co-signed it, peep your sidewindin'
Brokeback Mountain ass climbin'
Shoulda known blood didn't mix with vinegar
You sinister, your ha-cha-cha hand destroyal
Caught up in the cake mix, you're expired and wasted
The only runnin' the streets you doin' is with laced up Asics, you're basic
See, this boy's a boiled egg
Soft on the outside, his whole core is yellow
My man Acapello said he heard you up the block runnin' your [?]
He had a full clip in the candy
He was ready to take the wrapper off, applaud your physical and burp you
Nigga, you a purple hanky (A purple hanky, bitch)
A young prince fuckin' with Doughboy
The only boys in the hood you got is a car mechanic
You are a panic
A [?] whippin' his lined up
Tear that behind up
It's men here, take the pumps off
You ain't a ho, you just a jump-off
Call a nigga froggy (Ah, call that nigga Maurice)
See me in the streets, I'm like the "dah-daaahh" (That's right, Deen Witter, bitch!)
[Narrator:]
Shit, damn right it got ugly
I mean, brother against brother?
[Pop:]
That's my word, if I see that nigga in the street, I'mma bust his ass
[Narrator:]
Fans takin' sides and shit
I mean, the fucked up thing about it?
The nigga Goon Time?
He profitin' on the whole thing (Yeah)
What we gon' do now?
It's all fucked up now
It's all fucked up now
[Pop:]
Yeah, it was fucked up for a minute
Yo, I wind up layin' low for about 4 months
But after they came and kicked down Goon Time's door? (Oh)
I had to bounce
