"Give It To Ya'll" lyrics
(feat. Roc Marciano, Trife (Terry L. Hayes))
Yeah
Pete Rock
Yeah, Marciano
Oo-oooo
Yo
Check it, check it
Yo
The beauty of my work is immeasurable
With no spare time for errors, make records and jewels
Chess moves are well thought out before they hatch
Stressed dudes light the fuck out upon the mat
Fucker always very underrated advice
And the mother so I must learn the matrix of life
Nevertheless, a race against time is hell
Where the wheat fell dealing with the mind itself
Diving hell, scourge of the villains and thieves
Insert my tape, make niggas from G's
G's make bitches strip down to bare
And the crates get dug in like the ground is sand
And your beef's still better unsaid, 'cause it ain't worth it
I curse it mercilessly and put some work in
I swerve ten, word to get back before you know it
It's so heroic like the old story of Joseph
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, body rock
Kamikaze is shot, nox like Muhammad Ali and not
Charlie Green's jive Hollywood bop
B-boy on the block, pop P-Lloyd
Nine o'clock in the seat and groin, passing the door
Strapped to the inseam of my loins, addin' on, yo
Vagabond, rap dawn, shackled in chains
Actin' humane, black ski rack on the rage
Got brains like Danny Ainge, one shot aim
Five grains, Timbs leaning, knaw'mean
Yo, uh
Scourge of the villains and thieves
Insert my tape make niggas from G's
My imagination is mute
I speak only to let reality loose
Hundred proof, bearer of fruit
Produced from light roots
Like ginseng juice I sing over loops
Shoot at the beef, creep for the loot
I'm a living legacy
Deep like the first weeks of pregnancy
Ebony like over the mic
Egg your light, knowledge precise, cipher of life
Pay dues, take what I use to pay the price
To wipe tears, blood, sweat
Feed from the breast of mother nature of death
Only on the days that I'm stressed, yo
A word become the flesh in my bones
I be alone inside a zone of my own
Rolling elves like I growed in home
Rappers are why you fruits styrofoam cup
Plain folk simple enough, I deconstruct
Clones of clones, load it up, ready to bust
Beef on the street will leave you touch
Different, the beast is steam and dust
Watch what happens when the rapper starts
Check it yo, yo
The undisputed Unit, pushing blue Buick
Deuce deuces to wedge hot battery juices
Gradually melt drags deteriorate
Wild acid, flesh eatin' physically ate
Tri motor fifteen valves and gasoline
Burn your home down, must'a take war to that extreme
Atoms erode, due to experiments with mics
Pyramid life, deliver image of light, Infinite
You can spend a lifetime tryin' to get it
Exquisite, S.K.A, magnetic
Raggers head, next seven and part, seven letters ajar
Peasant not, 'till the death of my art
Check it, yo
Pete Rock
Yeah, Marciano
Oo-oooo
Yo
Check it, check it
Yo
The beauty of my work is immeasurable
With no spare time for errors, make records and jewels
Chess moves are well thought out before they hatch
Stressed dudes light the fuck out upon the mat
Fucker always very underrated advice
And the mother so I must learn the matrix of life
Nevertheless, a race against time is hell
Where the wheat fell dealing with the mind itself
Diving hell, scourge of the villains and thieves
Insert my tape, make niggas from G's
G's make bitches strip down to bare
And the crates get dug in like the ground is sand
And your beef's still better unsaid, 'cause it ain't worth it
I curse it mercilessly and put some work in
I swerve ten, word to get back before you know it
It's so heroic like the old story of Joseph
Yes yes y'all, ya don't stop, body rock
Kamikaze is shot, nox like Muhammad Ali and not
Charlie Green's jive Hollywood bop
B-boy on the block, pop P-Lloyd
Nine o'clock in the seat and groin, passing the door
Strapped to the inseam of my loins, addin' on, yo
Vagabond, rap dawn, shackled in chains
Actin' humane, black ski rack on the rage
Got brains like Danny Ainge, one shot aim
Five grains, Timbs leaning, knaw'mean
Yo, uh
Scourge of the villains and thieves
Insert my tape make niggas from G's
My imagination is mute
I speak only to let reality loose
Hundred proof, bearer of fruit
Produced from light roots
Like ginseng juice I sing over loops
Shoot at the beef, creep for the loot
I'm a living legacy
Deep like the first weeks of pregnancy
Ebony like over the mic
Egg your light, knowledge precise, cipher of life
Pay dues, take what I use to pay the price
To wipe tears, blood, sweat
Feed from the breast of mother nature of death
Only on the days that I'm stressed, yo
A word become the flesh in my bones
I be alone inside a zone of my own
Rolling elves like I growed in home
Rappers are why you fruits styrofoam cup
Plain folk simple enough, I deconstruct
Clones of clones, load it up, ready to bust
Beef on the street will leave you touch
Different, the beast is steam and dust
Watch what happens when the rapper starts
Check it yo, yo
The undisputed Unit, pushing blue Buick
Deuce deuces to wedge hot battery juices
Gradually melt drags deteriorate
Wild acid, flesh eatin' physically ate
Tri motor fifteen valves and gasoline
Burn your home down, must'a take war to that extreme
Atoms erode, due to experiments with mics
Pyramid life, deliver image of light, Infinite
You can spend a lifetime tryin' to get it
Exquisite, S.K.A, magnetic
Raggers head, next seven and part, seven letters ajar
Peasant not, 'till the death of my art
Check it, yo
