Artist: Azeem Album: Air Cartoons Song: Latin Revenge Typed by: Wammy Giveaway [Azeem] Ha, ha What, what Ha, ha What, what, what Ha, ha What, what, what, what, what Keep it comin', baby, yeah Yo, yo {*trumpet solo*} Ha, ha What, what Ha, ha (Verse 1) Metronome in it like a methadone clinic Fake death certificate, hit the mortician Get love, old Graveyard fluid Half halo, half horn I'm a mutant of music X-man/X-Men, my left hand cool bits Get pissed Beat down your chicken with a pool stick Loose lips sink friendships Cruise drift Walk a tightrope, it's life, only fools trip X marks the spot, hit you and your crucifix Fix ya asthma boy, we got moves to flip Make tricks/Matrix, with the number scams At the Death Star party with a counterfeit pass Camouflage suit Troops in the sand Build castles before you assholes could stand You're nervous, I come through with Sons of Sam Start runnin' Niggas was clappin' their hands Estrogen pie Cherry cream is fillin' it Either you kill that noise or we killin' it The pills that you pop for fun and can't spell'll End up being the same pills you on for real Jewel it, telling yourself "Super soothe it" Make it so you can park right where the blue is I play rappers out like Shell Toes and Wu Wear Any where they got me most, I'm a move there Azeem stare into space like a soothsayer I seen the future, it's primitive there [Azeem {*trumpet solo in background*}] Ha, ha What, what Ha, ha What, what, what Keep it comin', baby, yeah Yo, yo (Verse 2) I make 'em jump off roof-tops Land on two-cops Search the tube-socks Ban the boom-box Grand's a shoe box Hands on two glocks that ain't loaded How come ya man's think he 2Pac Cyclops to Sasquatch on night watch Cause I Shot The Sheriff and you killed his wife, what Locked in Texas and live for the hot seat You say "Azeem" and I'm a feed you to Nazis Ain't nobody, just candles and pictures Wonder what your last words was, "Hail Hitler" Aight, I'm playin', but I will get with ya Like a video game, but for real, there's no fiction Mail you a dead pigeon, shit in your kitchen Come home and find your fuckin' front door missin' Got some dodgin' and dippin', swimmin' And shadows appear when ya fear's least expectin' There's you, takin' a piss butt naked There's you, machete to chainsaw session There's you Think you alive, but you trippin' Tryin' to grab a brew, wonder why you can't sip it, and [Azeem {*trumpet solo in background*}] Ha, ha What, what Ha, ha What, what, what Ha, ha What, what, what, what, what Keep it comin', baby, yeah Yo, yo Ha, ha What, what Ha, ha