RED RUM

Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in the city
Time the get this shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy
Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty

Tell 'em how it goes, wipe me down, no time for hoes
Style filfty, wit da glo, illest nigg fa sure
Hit me in da mornin', be sellin' dem shows
Bet, bring it just da same, probably switch up wit da flow
Didn't know, talent is, anything, say I can
Nike "Just Do It!", dream chasin', pursuin'
Keep away from da fake, rather be secluded
Tell da industry, comin', better make some room, I'm,
Takin' trophies when I leave, mean they heads tucked in ma sleeve
Have da usual guys, n' brains, tell 'em fetch my order please
Better make it quick, 'fore cause a scene
Could slaughter wit a eight, rather butcher a sixteen
Get the kickin' open doors, move out da way, feel da force
Rap game hungry, shows, time for T. da blow
Feed their hungers, rhythm and flow, secure da bag, go
Everything else is irrelevant, except ma greens
Let's rock 'n' roll

Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city
Time da get dis shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy
Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty

Check it
Nic nac paddy wac hit 'em wit a "haha"
Gotta dumb it down, gone be hard for T. da clone
Put dis shit up in a dome, hunger games eat 'em all
Chess not checkers, maneuver, steps ahead, leave 'em clueless
Spit like a ak, shit too easy
Ain't dissin', sounds like the game really needs me
Why fight it, All y'all gotta do, go, concede me
Time da do a sweep, call the maids handle da cleanin'
First things first, hand out the orders
Sargent, address 'em as da ape, slaughters
Psycho, tell 'em yo prepare for some touture
Spittin' wit no bars damn need da know who taught ya
Say, "T., you a mutha fuckin' animal"
Reply, "nah just can't do how I do"
Come in da booth, hit da mic, let off da tool
New boss in dis bitch, "Makin' da rules"
Un

Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city
Time da get dis shit litty, itty, bitty, piggy
Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty

This, "The Test Run", niggas deaf dumb
Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
Murder dem, Decapitation, Medusa, heads off
Royce session, fuck addressin', take da torch
Takin' off, no randy moss, takin' yards
Comin' charged, Can't lay da bars
Dont get involved, wont pass da test
#1, Or at they necks, Ain't a spitter, ain't a threat
Milli hand out da check-mate
No effort, Just ate, does it night 'n' day

The Test Run, niggas deaf dumb
Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
The Test Run, niggas deaf dumb
Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"

I am, to good wit dis, go head, quit
While y'all still can, if not da end
Y'all won't win, run that back again
Fully understand, Make me force ma hand
Better alter y'all plans, woke up da champ
Chew 'em up m&m's, look, I'm here
Thought it was clear, one last time
Here on out, Game is mine
Won't hear y'all out, get off my lines
55 Me seeing ma prime, bet this shit age like fine wine
(Swear!)

Wanna know if he can rap, Look like really
Ain't even gotta cap, Hottest in da city
Time da get dis shit no litty, itty, bitty, piggy
Usually plead da fifth, Me can't spit Shit I'm guilty

Test Run, niggas deaf dumb
Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum"
T-test Run, niggas deaf dumb
Everytime mi hit a booth, know it's "Red Rum!"
(Ahaha)
Un