Meyhem Lauren – Bbq Salmon lyrics

[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
After Nas snuffed Jesus I gave him a ice pack
And told them Queens niggas won't lose don't fight back
I write rap for niggas that sling cracks on corners
The stand up type that bust slugs at informers
Provide the whole thing but still quarter waters
Self-employed, never the type to take orders
While we cross borders then we draw new lines
And if the fiends sniff 'em up, gotta hit 'em with fines
It's like the game got blinds trying to block my shine
Musta misplaced your mind trying to take what's mine
Still ill like a pepper mill, yeah I grind
It's whatever with the beef I ain't hard to find
If I'm not in QU then I'm deep in the Brook
Fly fisher for a new shorty looking to hook
Type to pull my burner out while I'm reading a book
Intellectual thug shit that got ya'll shook
Goretex in the winter, raw sex when I'm in her
If it's wifey, your sideline chick might ignite me
I'm not from the bay so I don't get hyphy
Elegant assassin, point a pistol politely
I might be the best to drop and ten plus
My pops had a spot uptown that sold dust
Ain't no love left in the game, it's just lust
And my mind is celibate so I don't give two fucks

[Verse 2: J-Love]
Known to step on the scene and rip tracks
Get rap, get clapped if you think the kid wack
I made off like Madoff
Probably getting payed off
Diversify my bonds when niggas getting layed off
Van Gogh rap flow, the man though, slam foes
Trample anything to make a stand for
Advance pro body niggas, toss 'em in manholes
For letting they lip flip, the ?mamaja? ?ham bone?
Incredible melodic vocalist who rhyme lovely
Moves made subtly left with no recovery
You'll always be a son to me, kid you'll never trouble me
My balls in your girl's mouth like she was sipping bubble tea
Got them long arms, always reach pockets
My boys pop Glocks, punch your eyes out the sockets

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Solace]
The greatest man walking, son I slide in your area
Punch cats in the face cause they move so inferior
Straight superior, rap George W. Bush
Getting oil money like a king and a rook
Move side to side, diagonal like a bishop
Life's a game of chess and I'm here for a stick-up
Bag your queen and ride away on a horse
Snatch all your pawns, son the king breaks north
The royal emperor, modern day Roman empire
If J-Love sees her you can greet me as sire
Queens monument, vocal in my document
Live at the BBQ you must sound dominant
Be so prominent with future tycoons
Underground legends spitting harpoons

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[Verse 4: Take-It]
Hey yo I never snuffed Jesus but I spoke with the devil
Put on some heavy metal, I'm ghetto get set over sentimental
Gentle pathetic losers fearing the size of they shooters
Analyze all they movements and they just high off the buddha
School books and rulers known as brother bookbags, [?] lovers
Undercovers wearing tighter jeans than they mother
They like to scream while I run up and hold them niggas for hostage
I got my honors from my college on my varsity symbolic
Acknowledge greatness, yeah this is Take-It
Reported high for probation so amazing
The way I tell an officer I'll put you in a coffin sir
Grab you by your wifey's hair
While your screaming in fear "please get off of her"
Coming through with a mask like Zorro
Throwing you off cause of ?blasts of coral?
And leave the story with a moral
It's taken with all the rhyming who ?mastered asorinomics?
Be honest, who you think rhymes in a feast with vomit