Exit 9 from Feature Films by Semi Six
Tracklist
| 3. | Exit 9 | 2:55 |
Lyrics
Ayo Im doper than the drugs sold on Kensington Ave
I’m gettin this bag
Midwest like the Pistons and Cavs
Ya favorite artist split em in half and sit em in trash
Punclines that I throw will put ya fist in a cast
Yo I’m dope like kush in a package
Step foot in the Palace
Throwing hooks til they lookin imbalanced
Give em smoke til they lookin in cabinets
Air Max cover foot with the callous
I take it off and put and foot in ya asses
This for niggas who gettin off at exit nine
And got rocks in they wrist watch with Swiss designs
Foreign whips to ride
Store the bricks inside
The door panels it can fit behind
Uh
On the flesh of a rapper I sprinkle flakes of parsley
Only rock the retro Jordans I never laced the Barkley’s
And my closet got kicks like Kazuya in Tekken
My medulla the weapon
Biggie Smalls play ya rhymes just for humor in heaven
(Biggie: Who yall talkin too man?)
Uh
I be all over the map foreal
You don’t wanna pick up a blade and have a clash of steel
This Daniel Dumile behind a mask of steel
Five seconds in my sniper scope my only chance to kill
Shoot ya brains through the rear window of a tan Deville
Blood and glass every where passengers had to grab the wheel
(Car accident sound)
Im Taking y’all to school like Jordan on the Tar Heels
The bars ill
Sharper than the broken shards of Narsil
Crown on my head cuz I’m the rightful heir
White Forces get rocked once, thats the final wear
Rare
This is Aires vs the might of men
Throw a jab and wipe his grin
Darkest memories corrupt the light within
Underneath the durag the waves is foolish
Jays the newest
Niggas tried to take away the sound like Dre with Ruthless
Do you rappers like Ray Ray when he was banging Deuces
Thirty pieces of shiny silver, what they paid to Judas
I’m still rocking Polo made for mountain climbers
Bars remind you Alcatraz I’m even countin Rikers
Gorgeous lessons
Leviticus told you not to eat pork intestines
Goliath was about 6’9 David was 4’11
No sword just A stone and sling shot for a weapon
More aggression
Get you stomped out in Jordan 4s and 7s
Not joining no rap groups I stay solo man
Still rock the 92 ski, climb and Polo Slam
Talking polo but you never wearing it clown
I bought a 45 to shoot the new sheriff in town
In front a wack rapper face I dangle carrots around
Descendant of the tribes who built the North American mounds
Uh
At Fishbones giving menus a beat down
Throwing red dice on crap tables in Greek Town
Get the money and I start dancing just like I’m C Brown
This just that west side shit that you see in the D Town
