2 Guns Up

[Intro: H!R3Z]
We, are, the alfuckingmighty

[Hendrick Hernandez]
(Toast, twice, peace god, church, yes lord.)

And, this is, for all the fuck boys
Cause they ain't think we'd give it to 'em
Eh, I'm not really gonna get into it though
But, what you need to do, is listen real fucking close
Yo Dris, you ready?

[Verse 1:H! R3Z & Hendrick Hernandez]
[H.R.]
Think you fucking with this dude?
You'll be minced food, with this Ginsu
I ain't toting no pistols, but my guns up, (dumb fuck)
[H.H.]
Now, we ain't even in the talks
About "who's who," or, "what's what"
But, to find some better lyricists
You'd be hard-pressed, with this tough luck
[H.R.]
Got a deuce deuce, and a vanilla dutch
Running through crews, who think they're twice as clutch
When the mic is up, it's not quite enough
[H.H.]
It's forever gone, the night is us
Despite the fuss, I like the rush
When I re-write the lust, with a slight disgust
[H.R.]
Mt. Vesuvius, where we came from
So don't play dumb. Go AWOL on that bass drum
A rapper better than we? (Haha) Name one
So, I could aim at son, and go Adolf when that time comes
[H.H.]
Those tattoo's on my arm, explain to everyone where I'm from (New Beige)
Show em, that I'm proud to be the enigma, of my slums
[H.R.]
Eddie Nigma, of my slums
2 popes, 5 nuns, is the minimum of needs
To exercise the demon, I've become, the mighty Sun
[H.H.]
You're doing that Allen, Iverson
You lost your skills, and now you're hiding, son
It's the rise of Pun, resize your guns
Lighters, Fire, Higher Uh!
(Let's, Fucking, Get it, Uh!)

[Hook: The K.I.L.L.]
Oh man
Since I started, it's a doubting spree
Fuck 'em all, cause they doubted me
People saying they the next up
Man, you done messed up, I think you need to fess up

Who fucked up? (You)
You fucked up. (You)
Cause you're too fucked up
My nigga, 2 guns up. x2

[Verse 2: H! R3Z & Hendrick Hernandez]
(Verse 2!)
[H.H.]
The smoke from the 100, I'm holding
Is numbing, the coldest of summers
I overdosed, on sober from nothing
No one knows, we hold the discussion
[H.R.]
The momentum brings, pendulum swings
Gravity shifts, when we settling things
You belittled the riddle in the middle of deception
Simple, not to fiddle, we need no interruptions
[H.H.]
It's a Lotus eruption, notice he does it
With potency, it's a fucking code in is blood
And his flowing's, a whole different function
Odin could get snuffed, in his home, with the poem that I'm clutching
[H.R.]
No introductions, but, "Bang, Bang." Nigga
Spitters don't have bars, but rap about figures
One's with no cars, rap about triggers
I don't do it from the heart, son, it comes from my liver
[H.H.]
It's killer season, kill all speakers
From Monday, to Monday, spend all weekend
Putting rappers on a lunch tray, and then we're feasting
Looking back at what you punks say, I bet y'all eat it
[H.R.]
Spic times 2, Puerto Ricans
[H.H.]
That shit, that all you seeking
[H.R.]
On a rip-tide, two quarters cheifing
[H.H.]
I'm Hi Def, Ivan Rodriguez, Uh!

[Hook]