The Four Wallz

M.V.L.L. (ft. A.B., Cron Hypnostein, Ces, and Roy Rukkus) - “The Four Wallz”
[Emcee(s): A.B., Cron Hypnostein, Ces, and Roy Rukkus]
[Producer(s): Will Tell]

[Intro: A.B.]
Heh. Uh. Nah’mean? All my niggas out there, you heard. I ain’t forgetting nobody, you heard? Yo

[Verse 1: A.B.]
Isolator isolate your rhymes in isolation
Hypnostein hypnotize the crowd by population
Ruk’ll tour so raw when called [?]
Avalanchian, no store for brawl. Quite far
From small. LSP blows holes in doors, [?] keep
A nickel-plated four-four, [?] break your jaw
Stretch’ll lay the law, Mez stay taking yours. FU, you feeling me?
‘Cause these corny rappers killing me, [?]
Will it be? Smoke so much trees, they call him Munchie
[?] one thing, we only bust rap for one team
So we keep our funds clean. Block and Will’ll run things
Cause illusions like Copperfield. I’m bumping

[Interlude 1: Cron Hypnostein]
What you want?

[Verse 2: Cron Hypnostein]
I’ll be a Dutch—busy to twist. Bounce
Dizzy to this, get grizzly with this, confetti to mix
Get ready for hits, [?] to spit, bust face
Laced on bellies and shit [?]
Already a vict’. Open your eyes, get ready for this
I know they’re heavy and shit. Think steady, equip
Ready to flip, bury the bitch in snow
Cemetery for this. It’s now or never [?]. Here’s how you
Settle the biz: feeling risky, gamble it all
You know how to ball? Then you know how to fall
Raw empires collapse with son steaming in sack
Keep dreaming to that, keep fiending to pack
Keep weed in a black Backwood in Iraq hoods
Buy their hoods like I should, motherfuckers

[Verse 3: Ces]
Yo, I’m getting pissed off by the minute. Your clique’s soft
And if they flip off, I doubt they finish. We’re all about spinach
Greenbacks and big faces. While my niggas lean
Back, y’all just get cases. I know y’all cats seen
Our gats. Now we spit razors, split aces
Playing 21 Blackjack just to flip patrons
And if you clog it, I'll clear it out like Vicks Vapors
Trick wages where niggas known as chick-takers
Player-haters get blown, thrown by regulators
Heavyweighters get thrown up in incinerators
Renovate your home with known penetrators
To eliminate your bones and dome, imitator
Aggravator. You an exaggerator. Moving as
Fast as nature, blast your maker, then assassinate ya
Elaborate a thought, then rapidly act
And if I spit a skit, shit, then it has to be fat
Tracking these cats with gats. Now the casualties stack
Gradually clap anatomies attacking me back

[Verse 4: Roy Rukkus]
What the fuck? Put a sock in it, ho
‘Fore I put my cock in it, ho. I’m hot with the flow
Is you hot with it? No! You never [?]
Trying to flock with a crow, you’ll get dropped on your dome
I’ll stop, drop in ‘fore I drop with a clone
I’m a ox with a ox in my pocket for foes
And I’ll ox you, rub your fucking knot on a stone
Get a Glock, get it cocked. You’ll get popped and I’m gone
I’ma blow like snot through a nose. Son, I’m gross and
Atrocious and roasting you chochas for smoking
For boasting. (Blao!) Revoke ‘em and soak ‘em
(Blao!) Leaving you wet like a roach in a ocean
(Ow!) I approach, cut ‘em open. Fuck with me
I’ll buck 50 a nigga, call it a token
Pop shit, get your eye poked in. Fuck a Glock
Clip. Rope ‘em, watch a nigga die choking
Bitch, didn’t I tell you to shut up? Do you
Want me to stick this pick through your butt, slut? (Huh?)
Or do you want your man who blew the fuck up? Or do you
Want this fool who ate and threw the fuck up? (Huh?)
Want war? We could do it up, punk
Put a few in your gut and a few in your cunt
Don’t try to blame him when you the fuckup
Niggas hardcore? Niggas want to ruin us? What?