Rhyme Flow (feat. Sadat X & LiKWUiD) - Sleepwalkas

Dollar, dollar bills Dotes, marks, franks, yens and pounds I rock the chopped up sounds from devinger dounds Out the Ford Rover, up top in the boogie I be loyal to my peps just like pooh to stud doogie Never bearer bad news, paying crazy dues I'm blowing out crews and taming mad shrews Like Bill Shakespeare, the fakes will disappear The flavor in your ear is strong like everclear 200 proofs will put the match to the roof And set this bitch on fire, get rich to empire About to strike back if you rock the mic whack And that's the way it is 'cuz yo it's like that Money, money y'all It be the root of all evil Money, money y'all It makes you popular with people I go back to the '80's like, "Three times a lady" When it was pussy for free and crack for currency It just occurred to me, it's time for surgery I remove emcees like tumors The lies and the rumors got me thinking of this dove About time made social club Yo, word to my mama, I'm high off the trauma Whitey Ford gets deeper than a subway train And I serve lazy fools like fast food chains All pain no gain makes the brain insane Life in the fast lane deflates the cash gain Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Everlast, it takes money (To get that fly ass hoe) It takes money (To see me rock a live show) It takes money (To get that last bag of smoke 'cuz [unverified]) Hey, I'm about to gee off just like my name was Edo Black kids call me Whitey, Spanish kids Whito White kids call me king of this B-boy thing If it's broke than he fix it, if it's wack the mix it Can't none of you emcees ever fuck with these You be crazy on my dick like some porno chick For the style that I'm blessing, ain't no second guessing Can't heed the lesson, subtraction, addition The war for submission, ain't no debate Won't stop until I've eaten off a platinum plate I want stocks and bonds, plus the real estate I want the iron gates and low interest rates Plus a fly little spot to bring all my dates A little stash of cash to put inside the safe When times get lean, y'all know what I mean (Money, money y'all) Some be calling it cream (Money, money y'all) Some be calling it feti (Money, money y'all) But once I get it I'm jeti Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all Dollar bill y'all, dollar bill y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill y'all I want cash and checks, I want diamond rings I want jewels on my neck and mad fly things I want stacks of fat chips so I can take long trips I want to sail the Bahamas on my own cruise ships I want acres of land, I want papers in hand I want stocks and bonds, all pros, no cons Hey, if it smells funny then pack it up honey I want the money y'all, I need the money y'all

Outerspace, nigga! I'mma beat your asses Warchild, Planetary I came, to take the world by storm Transform every word, put my life in the song It don't really matter if it's right or it's wrong You gon' feel what we do when the mic's turned on Gonna, surrender your life, we ready to fight Like King Syze spit heavy on mics, any of hype is over Street's cobra, free souljah, in to take the streets over We told you, nigga, don't ever disrespect our click Get found in the ditch, with your son and ya bitch Cause I'm expected by fame, we proven murderers Top shelf verbalists with words I spit It's simple, instrumentals get scared to hear me I can nose write though, I got potential clearly I'm from Philladel, the place where the streets is watching And getting your ass whooped is the only option Get up! Throw your hands in the air or shut up Me and your atmosphere, yo what up? Something for the DJ to scratch, you're caught up Babygrande is the label that pays me Just any beat ain't gonna amaze me All to my days be, you grind up Let me find out yo that we're twins Maybe there's a equal of space 90 miles seperate Philly from the atmo Who clam they came, it must be how they Snapple Or work whole day, make the X go Everytime I'mma hit you, I just go I'm a radical, just medical, I'm a terror Flat bring hot weather, ya get to that? Anyone deal with that, gon' bust Three balls in my area, I'm gon' pop When this world gonna find my whole proton??? Barried under??? but it still the kill Fronting any other??? was a threat, better yet They raised up my statue, at least once I'mma catch you Other times it might be another by the rhyme If that's the case, man it's going outerspace I came, to take the world away Long time anticipated so the world awakes Strong arm affiliated, watch what you say To a fifth executioners, East PA Play game off the chain, that's the least to say Spit flames off the brain, cause we don't play Keep my dawgs 'profaso', we don't stray If the cooking to ya numb heads, we don't lay Put rocks in this bitch, from NY to Philly Told the block when it rained, I'd like to keep it filthiest War, hell is out not even the beast can kill me Starving artist on the mic, only a feast can fill me OS reigns supreme, and y'all can hate on it Your dudes ain't crunk, if you can't stay on it Your beats still not, if you can't break on it And the track ain't played unless you put Space on it