"Axe' Em"
By Lucky Lefty & Shawn Stare
Lucky Lefty
Lucky be, bombing with Poorhouse Management
Death toll, unknown, they haven’t estimated the damage yet
I ain’t dropping the mic, mudafuka, I’m slamming it
Ripping mic cords, blow up the place and dismantle it
Most of these catz need to back up and forfeit
Replace the mic with a gatt or a loaded four fifth
Put it to their mouth, squeeze back with a short grip
Let CSI, try their best to find teeth and sort lips
See, I’m known to distort shit and contort spits
Make catz abort scripts, bombing a bitch while they board ships
You ain’t dropping heavy, fuck that, that’s horse shit
Who the fuck dares, try to touch Lucky Lefty or Shawn Stare
Uh Huh, that’s not Teflon tucked, those are by bombs there
My mic grip is the dead mans switch, I hold it on my palms bare
Let loose on a mudafuka, best believe we spawn fear
Got’em wondering, how we go them skies thundering
Keep’em mumbling, until they trip up and start blundering
Poorhouse leave’em laid out, watch me fuck up my enemy
When they buck up, I hit’em so hard, you thought there was ten of me
Turn up the intensity, taking the crown, like it was meant for me
Wack rappers your career is over, that’s why they sent for me
We don’t pop toasters, we sit back in a lac and pack heaters
Jeepers Creepers, fuck a track, we’ll railroad all these sleepers
Shit gets deeper, we be smashing haters and smoking refers
Call us the grim reapers, fuck a sickle, we axing any and all beefers
Shawn Stare
Let me speak to da congregation
I'm a Ghetto Poet no Preacher
Why would you wanna spar wit us lyrical creatures?
Fuck around we rearrange ya whole feature
Beat you to a Pulp
Y'all spittin' fiction
Dis iz street diction
On Emceez, WE STILL PISSIN'!!!!
Roll up!
Pass da swisher
All net, we still swishin'
Fly like a Red Eye
Visine couldn't clear up da vision
Level bloks wit our barbaric written demolition
Niggaz caught on our hooks, da otherz are still fishin'
Lucky Lefty n Shawn Stare on a mission
Shining like Jack Nick, axin' da competition
Helpin' ladies get dey groove back mon like Stella in Jamaica wit Winston
We got a penchant for pennin' a sick sentence
Da hotness we present iz tied up in different dimensions
Stop Trippin'!
Put ya squad in da ER
God ain't finished wit me yet like Steve Harve
Y you standin' der shocked?
We got da game on lock
What we rock iz da key like Styles P.
Makin' catz flee to da border
Dirty Cash n Poorhouse slaughter
Contort ya whole rhetoric
Severin' necks like Slyvester Stallone
We be dem MIC "SPECIALISTS"
Wreckin' Shit!!!!
Slingin' dope references to you non-believin' incredulous pestilent pessimists
Dawgs Of War!
Dis iz Effortless
Crush ya spine n larynx
Spit fire to heat n paralyze ya whole being wit no severance
Ya chick couldn't handle da job
She blew it instead of swallowin' all da nutz like cashews
We bash crewz
BLOW SHIT UP!
TNT Kenny da Jet
Fresh off da press
Fresh off da Jet foolz
Touchdown n salsa dance on you punks like V. Cruz
Our proses etched in stones n concrete tablets, you can't dissolve em'
We have a problem n nobody can solve em'
From Jerz to Houston
A pair of vetz datz true to da HipHop Culture n Music
Regardless of how you view it
Our speech come from every angle like itz congruent
Splatter spewin' your lyricz wit our sinister movement
Infectious Poisonous flows
Straight Lethal
Axin' deez weak bastardz n Represent til' da death for our people
"AXE' EM" By David "Lucky Lefty" Cardenas & RaShine McKoy aka Shawn Stare
