Unlike Tower 1 Lyrics

[muffled voices: yo my left eye is opposite of my left intestine... yo this here's gonna be platinum... yo and through the whole video... the kids are gonna be right here feenin like some crackhead pig I'ma cop up my skit like 300 fuckin cops...ARA]

You wanna shoot a video? bring the pistol to Blockbuster
wanna step to weathermen cuz you all cockscukers!
want a soldier story? what's gold and gory?
pullin' jewelry off some dead bitch in the crematory
put twelve little faggots in the fuckin' dirt then crawl
out your little girls jaw and then ask her... who's bizarre?
I'm so underground I should seek production in China cut a dime in half I got 2 legs and one vagina
find a therapist that I can eat out soon cuz I'm so homesick I miss mom's fallopian tubes
my vision is still frame animation put a gun to a square - make him slice a mason
pissin' adjacent got a dog for a agent studied virtue in the basement while my doctor tried to keep his patience
paint a portrait four minutes no rush while fools flock in a circle to dissect the brush

chorus x2:
half step - can't walk
drunk slut - pants off
fake jack - can't talk
this mic - hands off
new jacks - get taught
weak shit - get caught
your crew - shits off
wack bitch - dicks off

[copywrite]
dr. strange will sop your range with a stinking bucket of piss and cock block your brain if you think you're fucking with this
by christ I've been summoned to spit - son of a bitch up in your crib fucking your bitch with one of my fists
pants saggin low hands smackin ho's - get down with the clan just to slit the grand dragon's throat
the way I see it everything on this damn earth is free - murder beats and turn MC's to hamburger meat
first comin' of copywrite thief of the mic creep like a thief in the night sneak in your crib leave with your wife
repent for your recordings when the engineer said your vocals were too hot - he meant they were distorted
explain how your venom harms your brain and your hard to slave when your dj's dressin' up in women's lingerie
for eons I infect y'all with agent orange if you don't know the words to these verses don't even say the chrous...
chorus x2:
half step - can't walk
drunk slut - pants off
fake jack - can't talk
this mic - hands off
new jacks - get taught
weak shit - get caught
your crew - shits off
wack bitch - dicks off

[Mr Eon of High and Mighty] I stay unbreakable like David Dunn the Philly native son you Mr. Glass on mic's the jaded one
check out this ill cruise onslaught your career is a Hot 97 afterthought
it's not my fault the asphalt and the pasts fault now who's that kid from space mountain
lookin' like an accountant highly touted off and on again
really hip hop needs to take five like donovan
I end my coke nights with bong hits and Klonopin
send me the fuck back to Harlem and please
boy release e steez from the hospital for joint disease
see them weasels on Davinci's easel with the mona lisa oil paintings
shavings and scrapings collide with championship trophy engravings
clouds rock from foul crowds to out of bounds
y'all couldn't see my ass if I was in hospital gowns...
chorus x2:
half step - can't walk
drunk slut - pants off
fake jack - can't talk
this mic - hands off
new jacks - get taught
weak shit - get caught
your crew - shits off
wack bitch - dicks off