Somethin’ For The Custies

[Chorus: *sample*]
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids
Either watch your step or watch your rep get ripped to this shit"

[Verse 1: Bender & Patience]
Yo watch the thoughts spew from hot to nuclear
While I knock Jupiter's moons to a new spot in the universe
Cold capital, we live a frigid existence
Keep the style second to none like a sister's assistant
Yo, I put a bomb on every line call me all-city
You get props for sappy rhymes and it's all pity
And I laugh at how passionate emcees talk
About clothes, 'cause they're attached to the fashion like Eddie Brock
Yo I can't be faded, like George Costanza in a barbershop
I'm a robotic cosmonaut who charge your farthest thoughts
Let me carve an arch
Your style gets varnished off
You can't stand the stamina I cram in the stanzas and bars I drop
You ain't saying nothing like barking dogs
I'm feeding yards of that, to starving mobs
So harbor that, applaud and clap in the place
Some vivid descriptive imagery you can actually taste
Yeah these squads are getting squashed who squawk out delicate speech
Just when you thought you had it locked we brought the skeleton key
Justify destruction as an outlet to create
I write a haiku with burning cities you can read from outer space
You know my function, a weapon of mass production
Got heads rushing underground like an Axis attack on London
Mastering tracks and crushing these rappers is like a passion
Avidly smack ya' cavalries back down to half a dozen

[Chorus: *samples*]
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids"
"I kick it hardcore" "[?]"
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids"
"I kick it hardcore" "[?]"
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids"
"I kick it hardcore" "[?]"
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids
Either watch your step or watch your rep get ripped to this shit"

[Verse 2: Patience, Bender & Escrol]
I'm on the edge, like a U2 guitar strap
Spit cut through the smoky sky crowd screaming they want their arms back
I walk backwards, it's in a mirage that I'm inactive
It's an attack of vernacular arachnids, the fact is I'm spastic
Since I was a kid I'd flinch and twitch
This the battle cry of each cat who'd slit his wrists
I ain't speaking fucking figurative
Some living in total abyss of piss and shit
So, kids just listen to this
Flight Distance, never grace the Vibe or the Source
Paid some dues, now I'm dealing with the buyer's remorse
Popped a shiner to the eye of the storm
Just understand the only time you're striking a chord it's a Triton from Korg
Try to chop ya' tape for loot we confiscate or block the trading route
Like striking labor groups who clog the pavement locked in wage disputes
Self-amplified, so I'm treating mics like enemies:
I hold 'em close but never would depend on them for weaponry
Yo half these other tours are better suited for drumrolls
I lost my wallet, God and my mind in El Segundo
I thought you'd ought to call it a fine, but when it's dumb slow
I'd offered all my knowledge and time into the sunstroke
A dumb joke, kids are clearly tryna sound hard
Mighty Flight Distance got more crew than a clown car
Peace to DBS paint a new cityscape with lots of love
Patience is harder than rolling a joint in boxing gloves
Yo, you need to cope with the fact you lack skill in your rhymes
You think you're dope but you're gassed, opening acts since you're spilling in time
How you claim you the illest alive?
You only rolling with people that's stroking your ego and telling you lies
At a moment's notice we choke opponents until they frontal lobe is swollen and broken open we're hoping for a last breath
I spit doper and catch wreck, you half-step?
I beat the pants off you like strip poker with stacked decks
We've, competitive slain and choked in battle tournaments
We, ahead of the game, like poacher's mantle ornaments
Please, cement in my veins, so if you try recording it's like pouring mortar mix through quarter-inch right to the port it's in
Accept the fact you people ain't seeing me
This is pro-ball call, your team is arena league
Your frees are all preconceived, I thought that I told you clowns
You're not gonna hold it down like squeamish bulimic teens
And kids that can barely spit are carrying an air of arrogance
This shit's embarrassing and wearing very thin like Vera Flynn
A barbarian so find me where the cherry's lit
Smoking dimebags on stage like Pantera gigs
Bender beats I manhandle the cut
Every day it's a cannabis cup
Hip hop Sanford and Son
Making tracks outta junkyard smelts
So get it straight, boom bap this is a drum cartel
Yeah yeah, while I'm looping the breaks raw
You doing an eightball and chewing your face off
The music you make's soft like Ruben and Clay songs
Your crew should just play ska like Toots and the Maytals
My man Patience got me on the human boombox beat
This isn't [?] at least I'm Kool Rock Ski
Yo, me on the CD who the fuck are returning?
Plus the fact we have the brass knuckle customer service
Come on

[Chorus: *samples*]
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids"
"I kick it hardcore" "[?]"
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids"
"I kick it hardcore" "[?]"
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids"
"I kick it hardcore" "[?]"
"I'll rip any rapper right after I smash the freshest kids
Either watch your step or watch your rep get ripped to this shit"