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[Intro:]
So, what got you interested in writing the song titles that you do? Where did you get those ideas from?
"People I hate...I write songs about things I hate. And that's a lotta people"
[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Respect the shooter!
Yeah, yeah
Respect the shooter!
Yeah
Respect the shooter! (People I hate... that's a lotta people)
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
You ain't think Jahannam real, think you could burn
Still the same dickhead, you would think you would learn
His energy wrong, that's the type of thing you discern
It's nothing for free, homie, if I give it, it's earned
We talkin' tectonic plates, that's how gravity pulls
I could never blame a man for the path that he choose
This a Gemstar, Glock .30, packin' my tools
A wise man never bother with the action of fools
It was ahks, brawls, long nights, mescaline pills
The first blicka that I touched, I was head over heels
Put his body in the water like a macrophyte
Ishmael and Hagar in Mecca, that's a sacrifice
The Mossberg, headshot, straight to the dome
I got akhis in the feds never makin' it home
Eighteen, face-mask, jump in the van
Mask-on, lights off, when I'm dumpin' the can
Toma!
[Hook: Block McCloud]
I'ma whoop, damn no
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark-dark alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought she was a dope but
Oh no!
I'ma whoop, damn no
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark-dark alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought she was a dope but
Oh no!
[Verse 2: Boob Bronx]
I try to be real, man, it is fucked
Wouldn't stop you from gettin' Timberland up
Longest the scars minimal
Rock again, Glock for a pen
Hardest part is where to begin
Guilty of findin' peace inside a ruckus (Ruckus)
When Gods link, Devils yell, "Motherfuckers!"
Pray I fail, hope y'all see the light, you'd be aight
Word, long as my shit flew with tears to it
No checkers, fuck you and your feudal efforts
Give on a second they don't know what chess is
Just hope they don't catch holes in they fuckin' chests
We leave messes just to leave a message
Kings rise, especially if they came from peasants (Yeah)
Seem to make it happen even if we reckless
It's all energy borrowed, let that bitch breathe
Hold that shit tight, let them shits leave
[Chorus: Block McCloud]
I'ma whoop, damn no
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark-dark alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought she was a dope but
Oh no!
Lloyd’s of London was written by Block McCloud & Boob Bronx & Vinnie Paz.
Lloyd’s of London was produced by Giallo Point.
Vinnie Paz released Lloyd’s of London on Fri Apr 23 2021.