Let's do it. ( Ft TrillMong )

(StormTheArsonist Verse )

 

i got another vet watching, feeling brave knocking, /

beats popping, coming for my plate but i'm starving/

Mad cause I got what he's wanting, /

this bitch has no idea what he's starting /

he'll learn that i'm a expert on problem solving/

the hard way, the mob way, this doors not revolving/

i'll blast ya on this beat, on your streets, fuck the red light there's no stopping/

the counting of how many bodies im dropping /

fuck parking /

i'm driving by waving the ak mopping, /

on some spur of the moment shit, fuck plotting/

turn up the volume cause this same raps rocking/

while the roof tops dropping and every rounds popping/

you could shoot back but like the matrix im Dodging/

then charging taking your title for the robbing/

call me a villain like the Goblin, while your defeats unlocking/

 

( TrillMong Verse continues the flow )

 

Time to take a hostage,There is no retreat when heats starts cockin/

You can try to flee,but the scope gonna spot em, now watch trill drop em/

Send em on a one way trip to coffin, ill take all the smoke no coughing/

Why you even log in? ,Me and storm cut shit down,like we be logging/

Got all these body parts that im hauling,heavy on my back im crawling/

Catch while you walking,stalking,me and my dawg storm get to mauling/

Arm wrestling ass niggas,we be brawling,tearing up bars like we alcoholics/

They say its graphic and to damn appalling, how we strike without no warning/

Storm got trill for a verbal deployment he knows murdering is my only enjoyment/

I got the frontlines and there all disjointed,all hail rise for the holy anointed/

I wont hesitate to shoot in the moment, going awol ill never condone it/

Ill run right up on normandy beach,with blood stained sand all over my feet/

As long as the m16 still in reach,there ain't no know way that ill accept defeat/

Trills a goon just mobbin the goblin, ya survival chances runnin outta options/

Might as well just run your pockets,your living in the mist of prophets/

Trillmonger spits the sickest toxins,plus these wicked fist like tyson boxing/

 

( StormTheArsonist Verse continues the flow )

 

One on one, gun for gun their all dropping, without hesitations/

done in front of everyone who was watching fuck the scene i'm making/

whos counting all the foundings, the bodies and bones i've breakin?/

with these trained dogs spot on,who start on, barking at my takens/

at buried drugs or shells from bullets sparking from years in the making

6 feet deep, lounging, permanently asleep,

dead for trying to overthrow our groundings /

they failed, unaware of their surroundings, they should have bailed,/

confidence stems, and gets frail while the cockiness is compounding/

the enemies frowning, but fuck em all, that ship has sailed/

Storm and Trill , shit is real, jousting, /

standing on our brick mountain, pounding our chest howling,/

on these ghetto streets is where we'll be found in/

but don't try and save us while we're surrounded by Franklins, drownin!