YellowStones ft. The Rev, Tako Picasso, Betty Hope, Young Vistra & Kenshin Lyrics

Face Off, Hell In a Cell

Archer and Castor, Travolta in a Cage

Pull the hammer pull up with the shoulder straps just in case

Closed on Sundays, playing chicken with these lames

It's all fun and games till you bleedin' from the face

Run faster than you've ever ran and never seen again

Holla at your boy, if you stacking up your green

Otherwise, counter-ops, shoot you at the scene

Cash cow, cash cabs, schemes, do it for the cream

Making moves, big things, turning dreams to reality

You gotta lotta energy you better stand up

I'm a vicious motherfuckеr, we bout to blow it up

You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss

Rеvolutionaries told and the hitters don't miss

You gotta lotta energy you better stand up

I'm a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up

You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss

Revolutionaries told and the hitters don't miss

You gotta lotta energy…

Take a stand, fuck em up, lay em down to rest

I got those friends bending fabric of reality

Growing up around, synthetic rocks and mockery

We spittin bars that got you twistin' insanity

Burros full of wealth, right next to poverty

But something's been bothering me

Making amends, with my motherfuckin' ancestry

And they keep tellin' me, that it ends in calamity

Call me The Rev, I'll pray for ya mortality

You know me, Tako on the beat

Ice on my wrists but she stays in heat

Can't get enough, no reciprocity

Right left car swervin' lights on GG

In the streets rockin' my Nike OGs

Dogs eatin' but don't fall asleep

Cuz one day you get got

When you face da 9 milli-me

Go ahead and say hi to God for me

Call me Betty, I'm a deviant vixen

This track is like your girl, 'cause I sure am getting licks in

A woman that can produce and rap, let's do this

Baby, I twist your mind like a rubix cubist

So shake, shake, shake that spunky ass

'Cause just like the railroad, I run these tracks

It's fucking insane, don't care about money or fame

Honey just wait, this will be changing the game

Huh? I take you ain't ever heard great-ness

They better fear me, shuffle up, play-list

I'm just a brown kid from Detroit, talkin them faces

They too afraid to follow tracks, they switchin' races

How you a chicken cockblocking yo self, It make no sense

You must be drinking lemon-aid, yea you needing the help

End the call, I been losing minutes wasting my breath

Fuck em all, loner droppin' soon, these bitches can wait

You gotta lotta

You gotta lotta

You gotta lotta energy you better fuck em' up

Bagong Hukbong Bayan and we taking the streets

We got peasants, we got workers, and the petty bourgeoisie

U.S. Imperialist, number one terrorist

I'm Kenshin the demon slayer, meet your five foot exorcist

I'm back on the attack enemies

Fall back with Tatlong and Mike Firm 1%'s stabbed and jacked

We playing the long game, patience with steady aim

Our words are lighting fires, settin' oppressors ablazed

The rhymes are swift with the pain

So is my gun when I aim

Listen to my words, cutting out the snake

No false idols in the game

You gotta lotta energy you better stand up

I'm a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up

You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss

Revolutionaries told and the hitters don't miss

You gotta lotta energy you better stand up

I'm a vicious motherfucker, we bout to blow it up

You count it all up and we aiming for the swiss

Revolutionaries told and the hitters don't miss

We told you we don't miss

Miss us with the shit

Run it up with the teller, bank fold grands

Hit a lick, crack the safe, riding on the waves

Globetrotters from the world knocks bass in the whip

Figure it out, before you lose everything

I'm coming for you and your honor and your name

I had a lot of hate, anger in my veins

Careful what you ask for I got red in the paint, listen