Roll Call 2 - Crooked I, Bad Lucc, Locksmith

I resemble my people told me get in there

So active I turned pro, you bitches thinking it’s skin care

It’s been a long time coming so don’t push me

My mama say you can be anything in this world except pussy

Bad Lucc, this is you meeting the writer

You’re lame and that won’t change Nick Cannon meeting Mariah

I’ve been killing shit since Dexter was pulling wings of the butterflies

And working at church is burning my brother fried, nobody

The coop god a cold vile of schizophrenic

Don’t panic, it’s cool and my brain is crowded

Fighting my demons with bras knuckles and face paint

A roofie will get you the kind of pussy that Ace can’t

They say I’m sick and deranged but know I’m from the hood

The evil easties are watch brand, it’s understood

It’s not a lane in our rapping, till I’m in dirt

If the police come in stripping the weapons came with the shirt

Yeah, Coniyac, gotta get the mind off

Only soft when in came forth and still lying see it rot

This obstacle is deadly as Jigsaw

Knuckle money like getting jaws for a rich cause

Talking XO, means exposure with the 50th

When chosen clip blow them with the mortar I’m the stiff

I can divide and conquer, leave course in the split

And I don’t mean Benz when I’m foreign out the whip

Yo we call it in collision when the foreign’s out the hit

Assumption got his never minds pointing out on bricks

Smugs, the worst riot face when I’m pump

She want no reminiscence I got new songs for Ginni Young

Voice cut won’t protect space in your necklace

Acting two face, I’ll get soon 'til they set with me

Yeah, a fatal chest blow out of nowhere

Heard bars lungs forgot air was s’posed to go there

I’m the definition of definition

The depth of my deposition is deafening

Hit the deck when I deck the bitch

In the depths of your desperate mission

You a ex musician, stick my extra limb

In your ex’s lips like an aesthetician

The excellent exhibition of eloquence

Executives write me off, my region lacks relevance

But that' irrelevant, residence has no precedence

Press against my lane and I will aim it at you head and chin

But you not a gun clapper, you a fun rapper

Some factor out what it’s happening from with some capture

If Crooked paved the way then I’m the one after

I’m every ghost rider for Dr. Dre and one rapper

Paying homage, I vomit on tracks repeatedly

Set the stage on rage and make it look Eazy-E

That way from my space to a new premises

If this the roll call, then call me the new genesis

Another monumental montage

Like a Molotov luxury

Often monolog in this storm is

The art in me brought frauds apart

I brought gin on my saw shit

On to go yard against y’all bitch

Will party flow below par

Than my arsenium arsenic, y’know I’m more awesome

With the narcissistic

Bars a nigga me in walls been this marvelous

Nobody visited us in, it’s amenes, outside of Dominicks

I’m wowed, this outlined incompetence

I’ve down sized been down when I out line the apocalypse

I got now, I’m back out rhyming the proxemics

Poppin' them with the bottles out, after I wanted to cancel it

Instead in the club, and my capella should drop an a capela

Enough to knock a fella, pockets and pasta paid from above

When I drop the penance draft, it’s not no Letterman love

We hittin veteran 'till they stop the negligence cause

Waddup dawg, this the king, kiss the ring

I’m dropping the guillotine so quick you forget to scream

While you twitching I’m sipping lean

Stronger than the mix between

Listerine and Mr. Clean,'til I tap out like pamperine

10 marines, we strapped like that to defend the team

That’s for intervene when it’s any scream

Listen to me, I’m lighting up squares like smoking nicotine

Lighting up squares like a video scene from Billie Jean

Listen to me, fuck with the C.O.B.

hollows will ring up

See all of us inked up, follow us

We got bottles and models and pink chucks

They callin' us king tut, when they swallow us

And all of these means what

Means my bank account swallowed a Brinks truck

And it means I walk with a mean strut

With the Glock in the jeans tucked

G’s up

Hotter then lava

Since I got with the Slaughters, I’m hot as the top of Nevada

The choppers will pop you

Stop you drop you, spinning top you

Hammers on deck like we repairing the sail boat

Hammers on deck like it was Stanley Borel’s boat

There are crack bars, I call them sell dope

C E L L, cause that was a jail quote

Coniyac, Mykestro, Bad Lucc and Locksmith

You could tell it’s West coast when you smell smoke