Artist: A&R f/ Chi-King Album: Non-Exclusive, Vol. 1 Song: Making the Band Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Chi-King] Aiyo, they ain't ready for this Aiyo, I know they ain't ready for this Aiyo, this is Chi-King, yo A&R is in the building We moving units, let's go [Chi-King] Aiyo, I'm fresh out the O, with a brand new deal Looking like carnival on ferris wheels Quote like Jet folks, how I give you chills Southpole on my neck, Alaska on my grill, and ill God's ain't repping to death We going out like Big Will, yo we repping to death Maxing ill, been real, I'm a weapon of death Now it's Chi-King time, uh, who got next I ain't the band, but I'm nice, nigga, cut the check More yards than rice, when raised ya set I'm the kid from the street, O.G.'s respect Yo I take what I need from this game of chess So tuck tuck, cuz ya chain is next, hood hopping Like J-Kwon with flaming techs Bring it back to Wu-Tang, Protect Ya Neck I got the lock, young gunner, and I'm fresh to death, let's go [Armel] You scared to tell that chap, he wrong, peep the song Chill, he might write me out of his will, ex my deal But flow like I flow, and not let it loose I don't gassed, cuz a brother got a name or produced Back seat MC who scared to hold the mic Always got opinion, never took the time to write You don't wanna be labeled as a yes-man, fella On the beach holding, your boss umbrella Aight, ya'll, cut that shit out Not the man, you get stopped at the door, no clout G is brain surgery, yes, very persistent To play the back of the line, too long of a distance She like one rhyme that mess up your rhyme Or a song that's a problem, that fuck up your whole album I heard of milking the cow, but ya'll try'nna kill it DJ's rape the fans, to make sure you feel it [Sharecka] Hah, we dropping units, don't even bob And make your CD be 'free' like A.J. partner Mess it and I beg your pardon, yo ain't ya'll The same cats I seen working valet parking? Them niggas murdering nothing but roaches in they house In they living room or love seat, calling it a coach And that shit you delivering, man, it won't get you deal But you can be a delivery man You ain't bring my cheesecake, you ain't making the band Sperm cells on your knuckles, I ain't shaking your hand Matter fact, where ya belt at, I'm spanking yo ass You get shitted on yourself, where ya pamper bag? You humiliating me, think I stand for that? When you standing there with clothes from a hamper bag This ain't even bomb shit, this is all my trash Ya'll niggas, ya'll can kiss my ass