Artist: Crooked I, Copywrite & Chino XL Album: Terminal 3 Presents The Academy Song: Triple Seize Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Crooked I] Uhh, you're now rockin with the amazing Every time you hear my voice it's a special occasion Celebration bitches, this is a invitation Formally invitin you to witness innovation A soldier's deployment Bomb proof booth and a camouflage ointment Yah - like a nuclear weapon, I destroy shit Even the stupidest record get nuked in a second as soon as the bot spit Fuck pipin hot! My shit's scaldin I'm ballin, life is one big Spalding I'm at the Ritz-Carlton; big banks take little banks like Uncle Phil against Carlton A street dude with the rawest rhymes of all time I bang broads of all kings, they all dimes Even if they ain't dimes, I just fuck 'em and forget 'em Never remember 'em and blame it on Alzheim's [Copywrite] Fuck rockin the crowd, I throw a rock in the crowd Wild as I rock in the crowd Holdin my breath but trust, even turnin oxygen down Writin on vomit bags, sick and fly, zone in different times Twenty-five thousand feet above the sea, sippin sky Got guns, motherfucker use it~! You should call customer service since you have so much trouble shootin Cop's a mess, stop the press, the article's done Scared to shoot the fair one unless it's a carnival gun We ride 'til you decide stop - don't play homey You on suicide watch, Kobain drove me O.G.'s okay {?} accidental manner before they start trippin like Hendrix's bandana For the love of the money I'm doin Scrooge like countin Me gettin mines overdue like mountain Barbarians turned scary-ass bitches Me Crooked and Chino prey/pray on the weak like we're very religious [Chino XL] Every Chino verse is like an evil curse personified It'll take more than T.I. to talk you out of suicide You signin affidavits, I'm like Goliath after David I'm high off hatred, I'm God's favorite, defyin angels Won't die nameless, my sacred english impatient at Satan Waitin for {?} Betty Long's soul to land in Hell's basement Strange man, with the strength of an ancient caveman Caged in I savagely craft raps spastic "Wrath of the Apes" skit, you perfom and nobody will film it You barely got one bar like an old school kicker's helmet (get 'em!) I step in the session no question who's spittin aggression I turn your entourage into a funeral procession My musical religion make you meet death These homos be wearin they pants tighter than Ryan Seacrest Hey, these niggaz be killin me, when they act harder than it would be to see Fantasia winnin a spelling bee Insane clinically, sick soliloquy, wicked chaplain Born of human flesh and Devil's thorn at the point of conception No mathematician needed, my competition zero When I stick this medal/metal on you, and you are not a war hero