R.I.E.M. (Rich Intelligent Esoteric MCs)

(Intro verse: J-Merk)

The two dirtiest drop you off of the gurney quick
Life is a journey we playing with full chips
Not asking anybody for shit, you can get a mafia hit
Fuck around we separating your skin
Ready for biz, even if it means im dying to live
Destined for sin since I needed oxygen to exist, GOTTA WIN
Put the ox to a brick, LET'S GET RICH!
And you ain't 'bout shit if you ain't up on this!

(Goretex Verse)

Bigger aspirations like tryna hammer the Vatican
Hit the Pope with catheters cuttin' his throat immaculate
Acrimony in bandages stuffin' the coke in sandwiches
I get work soft, feeding these girls laxatives
Classic like 88' Maximus, see you mad at us?
See me in the lobby with bags, straight scandalous
I'm in the Porsche with bricks, the cornerstore kids!
Cult runnin' deformed wigs, the mark of a TRUE PLAYA
I got my newest arrest, rockin' my blue gators
Only fuck with bad hoes that do favors
Stuffin 40 oxy's in her pussy like she do in Vegas
Deposit slips, on stove tops and promises
I solve my problems by cooking the raw moderate
Some drug mills, Goons hungry we DIE FAMOUS
GET MONEY, Foam Posites and baby Sagans!

(Verse 1: J-Merk)

Man FUCK all these bitches and, fuck all the clicks you claim
Ya bitch she gave me brain, I play the game on her any day
Your bullets ricochet, penetrate AND KILL THE MAINFRAME
You been a lame, this ain't a thang, peace to maintain
Peace to Goretex and Killa Kane, peace to motherfuckin' Brenk,
Joey Mon, Jinx and Milo, everyday we lightin' cigarillos ALL BROCCOLI
Peace to Kamakazi and Lukazi, from Maseratis to Ducatis this is hard body
Aleister Crowley in the Audi, yea ya chick she gon' slob me
"Do what thou wilt " without vomiting, occult followings
Exalted NEVER following, they all honor me
And pay homage to the honesty of false prophecies
Tryna hijack the lottery for my Monopoly, divine comedy, YEA...

(Chorus x2)

I'm just tryna' get my money right
From the East to tha muthafuckin' Westside (Westside)
Tryna show you that I'm on the grind, stack chips, fuck bitches
Money on my mind, YEA

(Verse 2: J-Merk)

I'm from the city where ya parents leave ya home alone
The home of Al Capone, the wind chill is cooler
Taught you how to skip school, Ferris Buellers in the zone
We invented basketball, I'm D.ROSE on the throne
Seen it all in the GO, I got nowhere else to go
I call the shit my home cuz it's the only thing I know
Bury me in Montrose when it's time to go
Honor the flow, until then I can't be 'em
Carpe diem, not a mausoleum, freshest at the funeral
From head to toe, it's usual, feelin' like a criminal
The home of John Gacy, my hate breeds when I'm killin' them
Taking they riches, givin' bitches this penicillin in a hostel
She may be a goddess but tonight, SHE'S MY APOSTLE
I face fuck her mouth, cuz she loves it psychological!

(Outro chorus)

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