Artist: Inspectah Deck + 7L & Esoteric = CZARFACE f/ Roc Marciano Album: CZARFACE Song: Cement 3's Typed by: Cno Evil [sample] This bomb was code named the Czar You're such an idiot You'll never be able to contend with this opponent Why didn't you ignore into the underwater graveyard Don't you think this is all kind of strange Heh, so you know where I dove in [Inspectah Deck] Rain popper, flame hotter, razor sharp art betray copper Blaze sharper, kamikaze brain llama Saving the drama, darts spray your armor You a trey eight revolver, next to grenade launcher Immortal Technique, the rest weak, stretch 'em like Lesnar Deadly venom whenever Deck speak Fresh meat, we get 'em buzzing like XB You can't sleep, it's like lying on wet sheets Never the less, veteran Deck, bust better then sex My rhyme books like a medicine chest Son, I kill 'em like lead to the chest, call 7 & Es (Yeah, let me at 'em, Deck) Whatever is next INS spit warhead bars, go ahead and draw I bang your dome, leave your forehead gone Run, tell it, putting low hands on, performing live In your dining room, shining through, four X large [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] Lyrics get hard, quick cement -- lyrics get hard Lyrics get hard, quick cement -- lyrics get hard Quick cement to the ground! [Esoteric] Stripes on me like a tiger, whites on me acting hyper Cipher then I leave a bite, tommy from a viper I'm the type to like the cell, paintings low with the cookie Buy it now, do it to 'em like a crowd rookie This is how you rap, pussies, Timberlands and black hoody Make you wanna slap Snookie, have your bets come attack your bookie Out come tap my wookie, True Blood, pump the duties Veins know Sookie, I'm a soul surgeon, go berserk And no nurturing took place, I cover bitches face With the low burner, if you less then an eight Like how I feel the co-workers, I'm out of my mind Gun powder in lines, flow like the red rings spreading out in his prime Ya'll try to be thugs, I put science in my bars like Ivy League pubs Chewie said I got 'em on the fool around House Party shit, bag a forty like it's Cougar Town [Chorus] [sample] Now come on, man, I feel like cutting loose Feel like cutting lose, feel like cutting loose Come on, man, I feel like cutting loose [Roc Marciano] Blue flames, five hundred dollar jeans The rhyme flee like a time machine My regime pop beams, back around Constantines Under marquees, break apart keys Park v's, spark up leaves, arteest You see my name up on the marquee You charge a fee, crack head wash your jeep Don P spill on the God car seat At a marks with heat, the marksmen expertise Keep a tech to protect your feast Collect cheese to bred seeds, let the beef rest in peace You connect the police and get greased Hold that, your neck grow back, dough stacks Won't collapse, we locking every patch on the road map The rolax, like Bobby Womacks, to hold max Going ratchet with your shit blown back [Chorus]