Artist: Random Axe f/ Roc Marciano Album: Random Axe Song: Chewbacca Typed by: firstlinerhyme@gmail.com [Sean Price] Chewbacca Duece-duece, Papa now rocking your shoes proper True shotta, nigga you noose nada My three vs. your four, who crew's hotter Random Everybody on my team is winners Everybody on your team beginners Why you do that, rapper. Fuckin’ new-jack rappers Flinch when I walk by cause I do smack rappers Sean the Barbarian, deadly dose of the dope shit, black tar heroin The best out, bar-for-bar, Paw His god given talent scream "Alhamdulillah" You got no skills (skills) you got no talent (talent) Your shit no frills and your bitch toss salad Niggas rap albums sound like love letters Pen in my hand like 'Damn fam. I can do much better.' [Refrain] [Guilty Simpson] I write classics, you can't hack it You know what it is, in the room with the floor covered in plastic Passive, never got a street-cat pay so I'm active Stay back, I keep that blade 'Hi, hater' I'll carve a smile right next to your frown like "Laugh Now, Cry Later" Potato on the barrel french-fry ten guys For major violations, call it annihilation Your tough talk, I don't get it You wouldn't fight a ticket, so why recite a lyric Especially when lyrics get a rifle at your fitted I'm sure the buck so, tell Pac "What up though?" My fours better be real You wanna be tough. Alright, you'll forever be steel Still, I get nicer yet out-ice ya' And rhyme with the force of a Jedi cypher [Refrain] [Roc Marciano] Marcberg, baby fire it off Split your cabbage, bitch ass rappers spit garbage Live lavish, Mac-10's under big jackets Hit me a pass, flip that mattress Remember your patterns, five stay dipping in traffic Parle stiff in the cabin With axes, dismember a faggot Limbs is scattered and littered with maggots Splashed with gas, we lit up matches That's for actin’ real tepid and passive Ya'll asking to give out passes I pull up and get out Astons But, never without ratchets Bustas feel our wrath and Butlers will fill our glasses Brothers ain't up in our bracket Slugs from the gattlin' spin out rappin' Flip the casket, lyrics is crafted Hit them with the plastic and then I'll pass it [Refrain]