Above The Law (Freestyle)

[Intro: Kid Vishis & Claret Jai]
Yes
Last of the Spitters
The poor stays poor, the rich get richer
It'll be here on eight-nine (it’s just so disproportionate)
That's next month
On the ninth
Ha, go get that
You bitch!

[Chorus: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate
That's why I don't give a shit
The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It's just so disproportionate (let's go!)
You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!)
That's why I would rather show you
(Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it
Every rule, I'm breakin' it

[Verse 1: Kid Vishis]
Aww, sick em, go 'head dumb out
I come to your crib, you'll get drug out
Bullets even graze, snatch ya' plug out
I'm going through a phase, call it "dumbout"
So play and the AK'll spray a hunnid straight out, bring your drum out
Right miss you with the missile
Yo, your bitch shoot the dick like a gift
And the balls like mistletoe
It's Vishis, walkin' your chicken's crib
Your bitch open up her mouth on my command, though I am no dentist
From the city, I'm tough
Listen to your CD, your rhymes suck
Made you think it was sweet, give you a mindfuck
Like Diddy trying to get to the greet
My words is enough of a weapon to kill a beat
At your door mask in a bag, knockin' like "trick or treat"
Off the ground where I'm a lift his feet
When the pound hit his cheek, victory
Leave you on the ground, spittin' out yo' teeth
Kill him in the middle of the road since you so street

[Chorus: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate
That's why I don't give a shit
(Get em' up) The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It's just so disproportionate (let's go!)
You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!)
That's why I would rather show you
(Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it
(Yeah) Every rule, I'm breakin' it

[Verse 2: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, fuck him on me one time
Call yo' wife and tell her "you not comin' home"
Like Richie after sex with Sunshine
I put you two balls in the corner pocket then shoot the two ball at your crotch
Then beat you with the sock and cue ball, it's true y'all
I never been the one to cook crap
Yeah, I'm hung over but I'm a one man wolf pack
I'm about that, you just about rap
I know you want the cheese but you won't but get some motherfuckin' mousetrap
Take the heaven the battler
Yeah, I'm home alone with my toys, do robbers worse than Kevin McCallister
Hand callus from can cappin' the cannon at ya' canister
Fuck, a career's worse than bad managers
Don't be the first guy who I'll make stare into the barrel of an eagle and give you a bird's eye view
You can't upset who can punch you in the chest and break ya' heart
Have ya' feelin' like your main bitch left you

[Chorus: Claret Jai & Kid Vishis]
Sometimes life seems so unfortunate (awww, hahaha)
That's why I don't give a shit
(Get em' up) The poor stay poor, the rich get richer
It's just so disproportionate (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go)
You don't know just what I go through (sick 'em!)
That's why I would rather show you
(Come on, come on, come on, come on) Just how far that I can take it
Every rule, I'm breakin' it

[Outro: Kid Vishis]
Sick 'em!