What Can We Do, Pt. 1 & 2 (feat. Anoyd, Crimeapple, Avenue, Nick Grant, Millyz & Chris Rivers)

Come on guys, improvise man What can we do for you? Statik Selektah I know he stab you in the air when he speak So why you frontin' like your shit ain't leak When it sounded like I make cure-a-tea The other side of the same one-way street Said I'm the best what? The fucking necks up Like airplane sleep and I'm taking off Like the national anthem and wearing hats And to the hearts no mirror matching To a pigeon a terror act You fear the fact, a fan dressed in all black Ms. Mary met bottle service What I bring to the table got flavoured tag Just aim to catch it, from here on stop it See the fear on ya' shit Face looking like a three-pronged socket, electro fire My desert the whip stand, You holding the hourglass while sinking in quicksand I did you dirty like old bad boots, scuffles and slack box And clap topping with a foot in the door Seen it sasquatching I found myself in my reflection. I'm back Watching Billy faded off and looking in mirrors I'm hat shopping You can see the Alibaba shows Surprising this Lady Gaga and some dyed out clothes And ta da I revitalize they idolise my flow And we should be quiet like they reading wifi codes And voila, every vocal is just important as there Half and half is getting to listen, other's hoping they care, yeah My true colour and temperature vision thermal delivery making The push less painful like epidural Well what can we do for you? Well, well, I'm just cut from a different cloth Shitty snort made him look like Mickey Rourke in the face We just want paper plates, meetings with paper planes But I keep having nightmares worded day to day in I heard the misericordia let me splash the water Achieve the white salami, autograph your daughter She just wanna make some IG videos I just wanna be mentioned amongst the billy goats Snoopy and Charlie Brown, army of silly coat Hooter coming right back bitch no Arsenio Drop a few papooses on Crestview, wet fumes A bunch of graduates from out the wreck room All say my shit the stupidest but ain't no guarantees With this music shit My primo dope m.o's the fifth along with Ludacris Primo manteca mon amor frozen, this atrocious method I add that I'm like a swarm of locusts Well what can we do for you? Yo, This morning I woke up and scratched the numbers off I need at least a mill by next year I'm giving the plug a call A lot of slow leaks in your circle, when I can plug 'em all When ya'll was getting rich off the purple shit I was cutting hard, I ain't never lied on a verse I wound up being dead broke when You're alive to choose dying is worse I made real niggas cry with my words Shit I might hit styles for a verse Reporting live from the curb I reside where niggas run on the 1st and on the 15th And if your name good then niggas slide you work I got one goal and that is to bring it back to my era The good karma's, more commas like grammatical errors I don't get caught up in the chatter I just laugh and do better For Statik a potato on a barrel for whoever Even in the summer my sterling is dragging the pavement And I got hammers in the attic blowing weed in the basement We ain't dig in the safe for a while Pop told me if I wanna make it work so we gon' take it to trial I'll be damned if I slip up now, no celebrating prematurely Because I can't afford no hiccups now, I'm off seasoning the cord that I cut through And when them partners telling you they straight Nigga guess who they come to Started taking shit several years to look what we come to There's a lotta things that I can't undo but we here now Hey yo this Ap La, la, la, la, la, la, la What can we do for you? Yeah, Statik Selektah Young nigga living, clearly have feds watching me Trying to war with the king, niggas don't think logically At any moment God reward me for my modesty Killers dump the body leave you stinking like rotting meat Blasting, smoother than Billy Dee in Mahogany Fashion, model figures disown a wannabe Bragging about the days when you was a shooter When you run into some real ones they want you to prove it How could I trust you? Don't even trust the ones I grew with Niggas stupid, catching bodies then youtube 'em Just to hang boy you tie your own nooses I can see the state in your eye while throwing deuces, yeah No soul reflect on my best yes, it's the flow forever Gonna stress peers Please, I'm the dopest you never heard Like a crack fiend's screams, falling on deaf ears Yeah, so ferocious, flow is holy, yeah Hit the pussy then I hocus pocus Pray my karma don't curve back like scoliosis If niggas don't know how to play it throw it to Kobe I gotta let you know though feel like James Evans in the hood With the flow though Started with a band, made my money solo You could be standing by your killer in these photos, damn nigga What can I do for y'all?? My kind of music is embalming fluid I'm prime influencing It ain't that hard to tell that I been through it Crazy back then even my momma knew Kinda foolish, quick to crash out like Osama fluid I repeated the Taoist and wear a life I really feel I really feel like I'm tommy empowered Not to mention that I'm co-signed by Tommy on Power So when my stars align I'mma shine on you cowards, look Like really, how i'm 'posed to relate? To these artificial artists I been knowing their fate Monkeying round you could get a hold of your date Mr flow-to-drown-rappers, stat, show them the lake, splash Air bubbles from the gasp, Air bubbles in my sneakers, writing Brody in the max Biggie in the speakers when I'm opening the pack Mike sold him my apartment because we both was in the trap Hmmm, i'm headed down to Lollapalooza the car with The shooter will probably make it part of Aruba How 'bout a Uber and bust you for an awkward manouver I stomp on the tune then dip into the jar with the budha It's smelly Well what can we do for you? Nothing but I'm gifted like stork visits Flip birds like caught pigeons I'm couped and it's off limits My material can buy these Timbs in New York fitted, It's my pedigree raised by the pounds that I brought with me Hoid up, got the polar, damn flow no one colder Heir to the throne or colder Bad to the bone like arthi-ritis and Auto-write it on auto-pilot And caught pics where your daughter ride it I'm so excited No x's in site just o's and commas So know the drama Deep like penmanships and ocean's harbour Ain't Will Smith then hold the llama For all who brought the drama This ain't Broadway mama Me I been m.i.a to the bullshit My demons straight, I could demonstrate what the truth is Been roofless since I was ruthless we been on property's roof It's just dogs barking up trees with the nooses And new since the new kids, I'm the back of the movment And proof that a root gives fingertips on the groove this So who-dissed-that-nigga-that-you-been-sleeping-on My temper peak, you never see I'm like a see-saw We the law if you can follow the words Just keep your ears to the streets Or you might swallow the curb, the concrete though Can't steal and my my arms swing low Sweeping bitches off of they feet The Bronx hero is ready What can we do for you? There's nothing like sitting at home, let me tell you that Well what can we do for you?