How We Chill, Pt. 2 - Juice, Molemen & Rhymefest: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Juice, Molemen & Rhymefest

How We Chill, Pt. 2

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Hip-Hop/Rap

How We Chill, Pt. 2 was released on October 13, 2004 by Molemen Records as a part of the album Ritual of the... Revisited & Remastered

Song Details

AlbumRitual of the... Revisited & Remastered

Release DateOctober 13, 2004

LabelMolemen Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM88

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Panik

Producer

Lyrics

Well, aiyyo – what's up, JUICE? It's about time that we set it straight

And show these other cities how to represent and regulate

This is how we chill, putting pressure on the featherweights

That couldn't go for broke if they resided in a Section 8

I laugh at y’all that say my city's only basketball

Windy Hip-Hop'd date you back to the neanderthal, hey

And y’all **** don't wanna spark me

I can hit a rhythm and split 'em just from the drums of my heartbeat, yo

I can't deny, I live and die for the streets of Chi'

But there's more than meets the eye than pimping hoes and getting high

You do-or-die, but you could live and do the same thing

My brain sings, I feel like a puddle that's headed mainstream

And when I get there, radio will give me more play

But then I’ll be shy to talk crime like Rappin' 4-Tay

You know my forté

And pretty soon, I'm headed your way

Like Malcolm X, clenching on my Glock through the doorway

See, I decapitate these rappers in an instant

Track 'em down with persistence

My sniper fire hit that **** from a distance

JUICE, he brought the armageddon

Fuck Visine, I’ll put the red in

Hold him steady, 'cause I'm ready to behead 'em

Take me light? Don't make me fight

Fuckin' with the Fest and JUICE? Damn right

I'll leave a shaky hand and shaky mics

So never test this brown brother, 'cause it's hopeless

And I'ma grow, 'cause I was planted with the seeds of dopeness

I'll break your bones, bro

And send these rappers runnin' to the Jenny Jones Show

So you can let your boys back home know

That I'm the microphone pro – (What?) Professional

Always lock the joint and stay on-point like a decimal, bro

You’re too slow to go, you need to slow your roll

I'll amputate your ankles, ain't no going toe-to-toe

And don't test the status, simply just the baddest

When I innovate, I hit a switch, rappers disintegrate

Plus these other brothers can't come with no rebuttal

They fly up in the air, but get blown up like the Shuttle

‘Cause JUICE mack right, attract light like photosynthesis

Kid, you wack as hell, and I'ma put it in parenthesis

No pause or comma 'cause I'ma keep you fearing this

You got a question, mark? I'm the **** here, period

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Now I could bang in Little Rock, load the clips into the Glock

Go to New York and start busting off lyrical shots, yeah

And then head back over to Oakland

Do a drive-by, just to make **** be like, “Cuz, he loc'ing”

No joking, then I gots to speed off with my grandma

All you see is smoke and hear, "Hootie Hoo!" as I pass Atlanta

This is how we chill, so deal with it

If I was crack, you Marion Barry **** would probably still hit it

‘Cause in the Wild Onions, you gotta keep coping and scoping

And plus I'm into dreaming with my eyes open

‘Cause, nowadays, this shit be lethal

Forget being equal

All I see is all men are created evil

And circumstance gon' hurt your chance to advance

Y’all ill, these **** will kill for real, for an ill glance

So now I wear bulletproof hats and steel pants (Word)

You knock my body down, but my spirit still stands (Yeah)

I'll never fall until I simmer all

Don't you hear that winter's cough?

I'ma calm these brothers down like Demerol

Yo, you know the deal on how I feel

When I flow for real – rappers say they’re dope?

They must've drunk a glass of GoldenSeal

Because there is no evidence, there's only hesitance

Bring all your fucking army, I'ma take out all your regiments

I'm at the U.I.C. Pavilion, wearing MC JUICE medallions

Brazilian or Sicilian, rip apart your whole battalion

These playalistic **** fall prey to JUICE the Infamous

The, Versace-wearing rappers always trying to play some pimps in this biz

These record labels sign the most unpresentable

Cliques that go Platinum for grabbing on their genitals

And every single day, brothers is dying in my midst

But all they ever rap about is Alizé and grabbing dicks

And you might say, “Who is JUICE to try to check somebody else?”

But it do get kind of boring always rapping 'bout yourself

And your jewelry and your diamonds

You think that shit is rhyming?

‘Cause billboards say you climbing?!

Every trend has it's timing

I ain't saying no names, but why you biting his style?

I'll have y'all **** laying in a casket with your Cristal

And all the record-buyers? Y’all be making music choices

So why y’all be believin' all these playalistic voices?

It's all the same, the big willy wack, the unoriginal

Got the record public all believing y'all some criminals

Before them record deals, they was broke, and you could check it

'Cause true players don't be have time for making records

And no videos

They too busy hustling in the zone

And if you got so much loot, put out your records on your own

And all this East vs. West bullshit need to stop

Acting like some little shorties, ain't nobody getting props

'Cause if you was, you wouldn't have to diss no other state

No other crew, no other clique, to put some food up on your plate

I be like – point blank: this whole fucking industry is wack

But these brothers from the 'Go gon’ bring that lyricism back (Word)

And a lot of y’all may not like the way I'm getting loose

So whoever wanna battle, y'all could bring it to the JUICE

‘Cause I'm ready, for any emcee trying to attack me

Rhymefest is on my side, and, yo, my peoples got my back, G

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

And dope it is? I am

Can you rock? I can

You think you’re dope? I do

This is “How We Chill, Part 2"

Written by: Juice (IL), Panik, Rhymefest

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