Artist: Lounge Lo f/ Bklyn Pop, E-Rose, General Gemz, Squeegie-O Album: Simpstonian Institute Song: Put Our Crowns Together Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: Lounge Lo] Yeah, the father's crop Back on the block with the team, my nigga [Squeegie-O] As I step in the door, I want all the peasents to bow to the floor I shatter they jaw while my team show up and grab up they whore Staten's baddest, it shouldn't be a problem at all Swing my the hood and check my man, Yessa Yessa My Lord These fake niggaz is thinkin' that they got it They're scared to cross the ferry cuz the Goonies hop and run into they pockets The nigga with a dog house like J.V. and Elvis The booth, meat in my socks cuz my kicks smelt it Up to no good, homey, I wish you would Off the topic, fuck the law, I'd free the hood if I could But back to this shit, I punch ya fuckin' forehead All you see is Dino embedded in ya raw skit [Chorus: E-Rose] You know you got a hot track when you put all our minds together Park Hill, Jungle Nillz, we gon' shine together We can't wait, it's either now or never We true kings, put our crowns together, together [Lounge Lo] I'm the cause of the rotten apple, niggaz gon' get tackled Catch me at the Tabernacle, yes Lord, is back at you The Island of Staten, these niggaz is bad news And I run with hood niggaz, I call 'em the crack dudes Right by the buildin' we post up, I roast up The Stones is home, no smiles and no close ups Crawl up in the whip with piff way, this bitch say I overheard while she was talkin' my dick sway But now I'm on the block with Lock Boys, it's real toys Yes my Lord, my Yessas, they pop toys The grand finale, my style like looka here Pop in the buildin' so you know I got Brooklyn here [Chorus] [E-Rose] I battle cats with battle raps, cuttin' 'em like a battleaxe Leavin' 'em blind, just like cataracts These niggaz talk like they want it in my habitat Clap a cat, rip his heart out his chest then put it back Ill individual, lyrical in the physical Flip an individual quicker than reciprocals You ain't a criminal, ya smaller than a mineral I'll melt you into liquid, put you in a pool to swim in you It's never difficult, cuz I'm invincible Niggaz can't see me, like I'm invisible Rap God, biblical, end you and ya spiritual You gon' need a miracle to put out ya material [Chorus] [Bklyn Pop] Aiyo, niggaz keep lyin' about flippin' them birds My niggaz we get it poppin, fuck spittin' in words Cuz one shot, will leave ya ass bent on the curb Yeah, you know ya boy Pop, yeah, his flow is disturbed Skip town just so I could get a taste of the 'burbs And I ain't on no player shit but might look good in them Gators, bitch Holdin' somethin' heavy in case these niggaz decide to flip Roll with only family, the rest of these niggaz kinda bitch I hope these niggaz really takin' these notes Cuz the last niggaz fronted caught a hole in his throat He should learn about provokin' these folks Keep a four-fifth tucked in the line of the coat, I'm dyin' to poke [Chorus] [General Gemz] I am the boss of all bosses, some niggaz call me the Christ I know that I'm nice, live an extraordinary life I offered you life, now, it's off with ya ice Overall, walk with knife, never walk without the hawk and the pipe I was taught to don't talk and get bright Motherfucker, we get off this mic, yeah, I'm more that type Stone veteran, play the hall all night Mister what you need, Afghan, store it in rice I call that price, it'll be the loss of ya wife Plus ya kids, fuck you, you know what it is Murder one, get disgustin' with his, no discussion with his Send a live wire to deaden the streets, I come in peace [Chorus] [Outro: Lounge Lo] Yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah maaaaaaaaaaaaaannn Ya deal me? E-Rose, Squeeg', Bklyn Pop, I see you The streets pillaged and the Stone Gang is home, man Catch me in the hood with Lock Boys, where they pop toys, my niggaz Staten Island, this is what we do, man Holla at ya lingerer, man Yessa Yessa My Lord Ya feel me? Deal me, try to steal from me You get killed, B