Artist: Statik KXNG f/ Termanology
Album:  Statik KXNG
Song:   Let's Go
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

{"Statik Selektah"}

[KXNG Crooked]
Yeah, the killer's standin in your front yard
Gun bars motherfucker, we got gun bars
Bullets spreadin from your lumbar, to where your lungs are
Talkin shit like Donald, pull your +Trump+ card
Chill with the angry rap, fuck that!
Like pullin out when doggystylin, it's the come-back
Corporate sponsors don't like it homie, what's that?
Still got niggaz sittin in the drug trap
Beautiful ignorance, I spew beautiful ignorance
I'll fuckin shoot you, what you think I do to some instruments?
Real bitches love my shit, do the arithmetics
They don't fuck with your soft shit, that's musical impotence
Hell nah, I don't fuck with y'all
Glocks and them revolvers man, I done tucked 'em all
I know the cops probably kill me with shots cause I can't duck 'em all
I just pray to God my dyin words is "Fuck 'em all!"

[Interlude]
(Word, man) Fuck the motherfuckin police, man
Killin niggaz with their hands up (on my mama)
Fuck them motherfuckers man (hate them motherfuckers)
You know what, we got start killin them out here
Like doo doo doo (die cop)

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
I'm just a +Shady+ ass nigga from the West Coast
Gettin +Cash Money+ ever since Death Row
Ain't +No Limit+ to the way I let my Tec blow
+Roc a Fella+ to sleep with a Smith & Wess' yo
I'm a +Ruthless+ +Bad Boy+ nigga, let's go
I'm a +Ruthless+ +Bad Boy+ nigga, let's go
I'm a +Ruthless+ +Bad Boy+ nigga, let's go
I'm a +Ruthless+ +Bad Boy+ nigga, let's go

[KXNG Crooked]
Yeah, fake niggaz got the game fallin
I give a fuck if you lames ballin
You don't like me, get to name callin
I speak my mind like I'm James Baldwin
Yeah, I'm raisin hell while you facin L's
Losin yourself chasin sales, that's a major fail
I'm ringin bells, blazin trails, nigga my paper swells
All day I think of bars, blame my brain cells
I'm gettin drunk if you can't tell
Ain't no gravity in this hoe, so I can't fail
Fall, all you pussy boys go to hell
If I tell you what I know I'll probably go to jail
But I think too futuristic to ever become a new statistic like you predicted
Right? I'm super gifted, right? And what I write is too descriptive
We can get pugilistic or I can shoot the biscuit
cause I shoot terrific, you will lose if you get the Ruger twisted
Right, they're wonderin where that real rap was
Nah Statik, these niggaz don't wanna rap, cuz
And I got some bloggers I don't like at all
Fuck your site nigga, put me on the cover of Final Call

[Interlude]
Yeah (for real)
You fuckin muh'fuckin punk ass websites
(Like some Malcolm X shit)
You websites tryin to kill hip-hop
(The shit here crazy man)
It's fuckin hipsters out here man
Postin all that soft shit
We don't fuck with that soft shit
(We don't like that shit nigga, fuck it)

[Chorus]

[Termanology]
Here we go, yea, uh
I'm just a grimy Puerto Rican from the East Coast
Squeeze toast, liftin off your chain, call me Deebo
In front of One Freedom Tower with the beams glowin
All my goons hungry wolves with the teeth showin
I'll run in the building where Darren Wilson live
Wearin a Mike Brown mask and kill his pregnant bitch
I got a military submachine navy gat
that'll put you where Brenda put the baby at
I'll cut your tongue out, it's nothin you can say to that
Just a mercenary machine, that was made to rap
And for the profit I'll hit you with a dome rocket
You should've went and bought a gun instead of foam posits
A nine, 38, Desert and a Mac milli'
That's four different kind of spitters like Black Hippy
You act silly, I'll treat you like a clown man
Put a red dot on your nose and have you found dead
I'm +Ruthless+ 'til I die, call me Eazy-E
But I bring the East Coast sound like I'm in D&D
Rest in peace Sean P, you was a rappin king
Clap your thing one time in the air for Statik KXNG!