Artist: A-Villa f/ Action Bronson, Chaundon, Roc Marciano, Willie the Kid Album: Carry On Tradition Song: Live From the Villa Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Action Bronson] Queens, Action Bronsolino {"Live and direct" <- KRS-One} Fuck, fuck! (Yeah, man) Fuck! Yo, we live and direct (Smoking too much, man) Bam Bam (Yo...) [Action Bronson] Black Beamer, Death Valley, stay in Queens Smoke the best Cali, Colosseum block veggie patty Cop a nick of dirt, mix it with the Diamond Haze (Uptown) Back to basic, I'm retracin all my minor days Lamb tagine, almonds with the couscous Makin shorty's mouth happy, serve her in amuse-bouche And I'm gettin in the tushy, pushy mink Lay over the Lord's shoulders, feet are sharp up to the toe Cheese platters, baskets full of bread Lay your casket basket from the flashin of the lead Play in Aspen, bitches smash him in the bathroom Bend 'em over like a smack's spoon Ginger ale the beverage and a pack of joints Fuckin pussy, you deserve to win the Actors Choice (Bitch~!) Can't control your bladder and you keep the mattress moist And this motherfucker got a faggot's voice, man {"Live and direct" <- KRS-One} Yeah, Bam Bam [Roc Marciano] Yeah, white'll sell right at Clydesdale Put knives to quail, the white is on the scale The dice fell, 9-11 like Steinfeld, reclining in a wine cell It's told like an old wives' tale Trey the story, I love it when the weather got stormy We pushed a 740, journey Weed purple, James Worthy, burn currency and scurry Three hundred dollar skullies, bunnies Sniffin twenty, sippin bubbly Range Rover Discovery, my bitch is built country Ass is like a donkey (Uhhhh~!) I calmly tap the dime like Fonzie Fly sweater, Bill Cosby, thighs are wobbly Chronic diamonds in her IV You Simple Simon rhymin, my shit is tai chi Die a G, supply the fire, weed dispensary My pitch is to get rich upon entry This can't be life, it's real, pinch me No man can go against me, I squeeze the M-16, I'm Prince Lee {"Live and direct" <- KRS-One} [Willie The Kid] Michael Myers with the mask off, blood on my ascot Scot-free, I got away, mascot rappers animated, sippin scotch in the Caymans What a cadence, look what I became to paginators Since a human senseless, offend all defenselessness Insult niggaz, 12 shells live from 'round in a chamber Black baby Jesus in the manger My niggaz mangy, must fuck, we thrive off of anger Strangle niggaz in front of everybody, kamikaze Keep cuts on my wrists, diamonds suicidal Suicide doors, freak whores never bridal I like my women librarian, veterinarians Strict Presbyterian, all white Benz, call it Arian Blake Carrington, my +Dynasty+, count carats, switch place like the turf when it earthquaking Tectonics symbotic topics, singin like The Delfonics Hydroponic, tipsy in Poughkeepsie Scheme like a gypsy, risky like bathtub whiskey Whisk away hoes, you can miss me with that fuck shit Fuck boy, fuck that, it's Willie man {"Live and direct" <- KRS-One} [Chaundon] Yeah... I am one with the beat, my heart is the metronome I am in a zone, I'm the post of the street Measured by the bars, redefining what you like I am Stevie with a scythe, flowin in +The Key of Life+ My soul is in everything I write, music is my sole purpose I'm so in tuned with it, I am nice Got everybody listening, y'all know I'm hot So the beat better be ice cold with snare conditioning I hold the mic with a tenacious grip So sick with it, niggaz scarfed to face this shit Without music, I'd probably go insane And feel the exact same pain as Kurt Cobain's brain Put it to you simple and plain, I am good in any lane When I lay 'er down to put you all to shame You LAMES -- and no it's not a game You rappers all a target and I'm about to take aim {*gunshot*} {"A-VILLA"}