Tower 2 (feat. Copywrite)

My left eye

Yo, this shit's gonna be platinum, goin' through the whole video

Yo, you kids, you gon' be screechin' vitamin B off them crackhead, bitch

I'ma clap up my kit like, three hundred fuckin' chops

Listen to me (KRA)

You wanna shoot a video? Bring a pistol to Blockbuster

Wanna step to other man, 'cause you all cocksuckers

Want a soldier story? What's gold and gory?

Pullin' jewelry off some dead bitch in the crematory

Put twelve little faggots in the fuckin' dirt

Then crawl out your little girl's jaw, now ask her, who's the star?

I'm so underground I should seek production

And tryna cut a dime in half, I got two nicks and one vagina

I'm tryna find a therapist that I can eat out soon

'Cause I'm so homesick, I miss Mom's fallopian tubes

My vision is still frame animation

Put a gun to a square, make 'em slice a mason

Pissin' adjacent, got a dog for an agent

Studied virtue in a basement, but my doctor tried to keep his patient

Paint a portrait, four minutes, no rush

While fools flock in the surf where the docks check the brush

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

Stop your range with a stinkin' bucket of piss

And cock block your brain if you think you're fuckin' with this

By Christ, I been summoned to spit

Son of a bitch, up in your crib, fuckin' your bitch with one of my fists

Pants saggin' low, hands smackin' hoes (Shut up)

Get down with the Klan just to slit the grand dragon's throat

The way I see, everything on this damn earth is free

Murder beats and turn MC's to hamburger meat

First comin' of Copywrite, D for the mic

Creep like a thief in the night

Sneak in your crib, leave with your wife

Repent for your recordin's

When the engineer said your vocals were too hot

He meant they were distorted

Explain how your venom harms your brain

And you're hard to slay when the DJ's dressin' up

And went and sparked your way

For eons, I infect y'all with Agent Orange

If you don't know the words to the verses, don't even say the chorus

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

I stay unbreakable like David Dunn

With Philly's native son, you Mr. Glass or Mike the jaded one

Check out this ill cruise onslaught

Your career is a Hot 97 afterthought

It's not my fault the asphalt and the past fought

Now who's that kid from Space Mountain, lookin' like an accountant?

Highly touted, on and off again

Really, hip hop needs to take five like Donovan

I end my coke nights with bong hits and Klonopin

Send me the fuck back to Harlem and please

Or release East Ease from the hospital for joint disease

See the weasel on DaVinci's easel

With the Mona Lisa oil painting, shavings and scrapings

Combined with championship trophy engravings

Crowds rock from foul ground to out of bounds

You couldn't see my ass if I was in hospital gowns

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses

This may leave you in a state of confusion

Pimpin' it for the masses, kickin' a lot of asses