AGX ft. Emcee Graffiti & Xkwisit Lyrics

Juxtaposition, you pushing agendas of

Crooks cooking in the kitchen

When you coulda been listening

Putting it in to tuition

I own a situation like a slight of hand magician

Put Stock in A-G-X dividends then demand positions

Illiterate emcees like to write with crayons

Like lefties writing with a right hand and scribbling

Worthless verses I wrote in perfect cursive and planned a mission

If you notice pawns protect queens and kings get put in their positions

What The Fuck!

Son I spit lungs, razor sharp and split tongues

Base the way you write, might be a fan of fiction

Big dog don't have the height to stand in this one

Type a manuscript about the life that can't we written

Keep a rusty can of ammunition

Buck shot blast for y'all in case I manage to miss one

Live, laugh, love on ya wall but wifey took a bucket of balls

Off her cheeks listening to Wonderwall

Oasis in her anus when I strummed a guitar

Stunning bars coming hard running yards like a Heisman

Rhyme scheme's a fine meme

Elmo's laser eyes when he nuke the whole horizon

A G X

No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run

A G X

You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums

A G X

No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run

A G X

You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums

I been ready since 0 7 the known weapon

The flow tested perfecting the art of mic checkin

Write records severing heads and ride with my bretheren

Die or survive violence is inside of my method

Apply pressure taking you to the concrete

I bomb beats dog and ya home is another six feet

That's deep trigger clicking like it's a metronome

Better go bird shot scatter like archipelagos

I'm in the lab like a white coat tight rope

Walk a fine line between a knife poke and hype choke

Write smoke forming as the pen hits the pad

More passion in the punchlines than liquor in ya dad

See you chilling with a stack mattafact gimmie that

You gon have to bring the cavalry to try and get it back

I'm tryina count these greens like Coxscakie

I know you feeling shook probably never thought you'd be the dead body

Shut'em down

A G X

No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run

A G X

You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums

A G X

No tellin where they came from, futuristic flow let the Blade Run

A G X

You better know they name son, Ab hit the beat with insane drums