White Chalk

[Intro: 24/7]
Yeah
24/7, Flight Distance
A.I. to the third baby
It's an international thing, what you know about it?
Huh? Let's go

[Verse 1: 24/7]
So I guess I'm next to light up the stage
So if you need somebody to fuck ya' life up today then step right up this way
Yes I tuck a, blade, so try something, brave, I might cut ya', face, and slice up ya', frame
You'll lie up in, pain, don't rhyme just to, say, that I love the, game, I'm just insane
They don't know what to call it clown, you know I got the crown so if I'm ever falling down it's in a Mike Douglas way, okay?
The sickness that I'm blessing you with is terminal
I never just spit irrelevant shit whenever I riff it's personal
Ever the kid you betting against, the veteran is, the best in the biz
Step up and get, shredded to bits, 7'll flip and murder you
You boys could get it for the simple fact that more is better
Ya' core gets severed, they gon' have to piece your corpse together
This is death in a distorted measure, have your people putting in more 911 calls than a Porsche collector
Don't get it twisted I'm, not really into killing guys, but when I rhyme I feel inclined to tell you what's up in my mind (that's right)
This is dinnertime, for those protecting remember I, am on the block, meaning you in for some offensive lines (get it?)
It's 2-4 and them FD apostles
You knew when we hooked up that it would be colossal
We starting up a new war, call us the saloon doors, if you push us, then we swinging on you

[Chorus: 24/7]
Savages, we as bad as can be
We steady rapping with ease and homie as you can see
We go hard, uh nah nah
We go hard, now l-l-l-look
I said, trust me youngun' you don't really wanna fight with us
So I suggest you stay the fuck up out of my business
We'll get rid of you and every eyewitness
24/7 and Flight Distance, aight bitches?

[Interlude: 24/7]
Yessir
Not only do we got the U.K. on production, Tony Mahoney
I brought my homie from Canada too
Yo Bender, talk to 'em

[Verse 2: Bender]
Now how you gon' clash with a rumblefish, slapping you bastards up faster than a master percussionist
Seems to me, the more I'm killing it the fatter my stomach is
Thought you'd see me on the CD sleeve of Capital Punishment
(Got what?) Got weapons-grade yellow cake to detonate, I generate heat with every track and you loving it
Dumbing it down for y'all, my sound's evolved
To help these kiddies follow lyrics like that bouncing ball
Then back to the mothership quick so I can give my report
A predator strutting the planet snuffing snitches for sport
Rappers got nothing on this, out to clown these motherfuckers
What up now, set to blow up underground like bunker busters
And I was born, deep in the cloud of Hiroshima, breathing sandstorms, teaching the crowd to fear the reaper
So keep clear or you could feel your spirit leave you, go ahead and pray to God but yo he won't come near me either
Screwface me your apparel honeybun
The only thing you should be staring down's the barrel of a snub
Sterile when you bust, got magic bullet rhyme patterns
So I curve trajectory through each and every bystander
We're telling tourists take they fanny packs off, tax they ride, ditch it in a handicap spot
Hand me that shit, tell ya' family back off, rip they candy rap clique with this angry-ass maw

[Chorus: 24/7]
Savages, we as bad as can be
We steady rapping with ease and homie as you can see
We go hard, uh nah nah
We go hard, now l-l-l-look
I said, trust me youngun' you don't really wanna fight with us
So I suggest you stay the fuck up out of my business
We'll get rid of you and every eyewitness
24/7 and Flight Distance, aight bitches?