Slaughterhouse - Dj Green Lantern d.o.a. Freestyle Part 2 Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

My name's bizzing -- I mean buzzing; y'all get the drift

I will finish niggas' careers with three fingertips

Three fingertips -- thumb index and middle joint

Ones that support the pen that's finna begin the renaissance

It's safe to say I'm a one-man restaurant

The chef the waiter the guest that's getting his menu on

I cook it I serve it I eat it understand?

If it don't taste good how can I feed it to my fans?

These niggas is cheating feeding you from a can

Without a seasoned beat they weak -- the meat'll be bland

The reason I am who I am cause my work ethic

Is similar to Hellen Keller's you could tell by my verse methods

First I hear a track try to see where I'm going

Then once I see where I'm going that's when I listen back

And when I feel it's intact I give the engineer dap

Walk in that booth and lay that one take crack

If rap was jail you'd be the one they'd smack

On the Island like "You whilin' this is a one-way jack"

And you don't rock on slot I had the block on lock

You'll be arguing all loud so the fucking cops could stop it before it pop

But stop it if this gon' happen to will

Shouldn't have hopped in the car if you couldn't handle the wheel

I went crazy with this gift baby

I could get lazy go to sleep and get where I got to get safely

Mr. Ortiz may be the best thing that happens to hip-hop

Since out in the park in the mid '80s

Every time I pick a mic all the lights dim

Ladies that ain't know me leave my show like "I like him"

Fellas that ain't know me leave my show like "That kid is tough"

They'da said I'm great but it's hard to relate to different stuff

I can't blame em though they hear what they hear daily

I come once a blue moon I'm what they hear rarely

A lot of my peers fear me

Change ain't easy to adapt to actually I honestly think I scare family

So: Dear Granny ain't nothin wrong with your grandson

Look at me all grown intelligent and handsome

But it's a must I hold this music shit for ransom

They owe me everything I'm demanding and some

Been on my grind since early '99

Or was it late '98? Fuck it either way it's my time

People say I define the true meaning of 'My goodness'

I like that that means nothing I write's bullshit

Not that I'd ever second guess my pen

Just need to hear that sometimes to remind me that I am him

The Hulk Hogan of flowing the prayers and the vitamins

24 inch pythons that'll damage your iron chin

No I'm not brolic but the powers that lie within

My pen and paper enable me to change the environment

My pain'll make the rain triumph'll make the sun shine

Tornados when I'm angry hurricanes when it's crunch time

Blizzards when niggas thinking they hot

And the hail that symbolizes the impact of our album when it drops

And when this all stops and you could feel a slight breeze

That means I'm at ease -- you could sneak in your DVDs

And your lil' mixtapes and your promos for the DJs

But until then everything's slow-mo like a replay

This my first relay race I'm the decathlon dapper don

I will lap you in a marathon

I'm a walking jewel -- 24 karat arms

A platinum heart and a diamond mind full of marijuan

And my kidneys probably house the most precious stones

That's my fault -- that liquor was never left alone

So til I rest on the throne the game's in a time machine

The dial is set to Rome's ancient Terror Dome

I'm Maximus of this rapping shit the mic is my sword

I take on an army of soldiers horses and carriages

And when they're laying there too injured to move

Give me the thumbs down and I swear I'll finish these dudes

How can I have mercy when first of all they ain't that worthy

Of positions they hold and I'll roast em -- gimme that jersey!

I'mma guarantee a championship

It's going down like a Methadone and Ambien mix

If rap was product on the street you probably barely a six

Smoke my shit you'd probably sell me ya family and shit

Like "Yo here's my sister I'll pick her up on the first

Mattafact take my niece too -- I just need another verse!

You got the best shit I've had in a little minute

Matta'fact take my Grandmoms her cook game's exquisite"

I'm just joking but artists should get their wrists broken

For selling that garbage and tellin the fans "Shit's smoking"

I know you're sick hoping I quit but I never will

And even when y'all break out I be the Benadryl

Just make sure that your return is short

Make sure fans ain't infected with your allergic thoughts nigga

My word is born and my pride is a motherfucker

House on the hill is what I promised my mother fuckers

And she gon' get that

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[Verse 2: Crooked I]

Crooked I's cold blooded like I got a Rick James degree

I'm so thuggish switch lanes with me

I'm so thuggish hoes love it flip change live dangerously

Homie you lames spit game for free

Yeah I'm right this man writes his rhymes like his life's in a crisis

I'm twice as sick as Ms. Anne Rice is

I stand right up holding the mic lifeless

You might like my concise preciseness - it's like this

Cats came in this rap game and

Claimin' they gat aimin and crack slayin

Them niggas is actors like Matt Damon

Homie my gat will slay men you cat's say when then - bloawww

I roll up on ya block then I blast

Cops fennin to ask "Who shot you?" while you rock an oxygen mask

I hit the flack and then spazz to the spot with the Glock

Locked in the stash spot got the Glock in the dash

My six cruise on big shoes I'm a lit fuse

With sick views I got issues I misuse

Pistols say we in combat

I spazz out like a crazy Vietnam cat

It's young Crooked yeah you had a leg then my pump took it

Now you hip-hop cuz you one-footed

I lick shots drop become bullets

I leave scenes sicker than Hitchcock news won't even run footage

I comes hooded just like a Grim Reaper

Slim keep a nine double m heater

I creep in the streets deep in the seats of a Jeep

Beatin' new releases through ten speakers it gets deeper

I'm bringin' that Long Beach feeling back!

Catch me on the east side where all of my killers at

But my enemies don't where a Raiders Saints or Steelers hats

They wear a badge nigga how real is that?

No matter what ghetto life is still in my veins

If you poverty living I know you feeling my pain

I'm still sick in the brain skills spit with such meticulous game

Shoot ridiculous like Nicholas van Exel

Guess who's sexin' your stepdaughters?

A nigga who could draw Glocks better than sketch artists

Now when I walk in the club hug ya ho

Hustlas know I'm nutso with the thugs the flow

Everything is open nothing is closed

Magazines throwing Slaughter on the cover to pose

Look at Young Poppy - cocky never sold one copy

Guns cocked Rocky please come stop me!

So and so is cool what's-his-name is ehh

Homeboy is ok Slaughterhouse is crack

That's my word that's what's heard

Act absurd you cats get served I rap disturbed

I'm closin' doors with the quickness

I'm bokin' hoes in the Pokanoes hopin you don't poke ya nose in my business

Haters scopin those from the friskers

Relentless foes get a broken nose for persistence

Absolutely niggas bringin gats to shoot me

Even watchin you fuckin wacks actin goofy

Disguised as groupies that's a doozy

What's that bulge under my shirt? That's an uzi excuse me

I'm just here on Sirius to spray targets

Don't make me leave a nigga dead on Green's gray carpet

You niggas ain't fuckin with me are they Lantern?

A nigga so high I think that I could see Saturn

Listen to the funky ass speech pattern

After I finish rappin ask yourself "Does the beat matter?"

It don't matter niggas'll all shatter

I'll spray your fuckin mind data all over your sweater

Oh- what?

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