Lyrics All Madden (feat. Guilty Simpson & Elzhi) - Elzhi , Guilty Simpson , Phat Kat

Ya′ll niggas just rappin'
Go head, keep yappin′
We makin' shit happen
Run up, that's when the things get to clappin′
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
Ya′ll niggas just rappin'
Go head, keep yappin′
We makin' shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
Ronnie Euro forever ready, yeah
My aim′s immaculate
Holdin the flame steady
Please don't let me get to bustin'
Kalasnikov, AK Russian
Built heavy duty
You niggas ain′t sayin′ nothing
Grown ass man, no time for bickering and fussin'
Heard you got locked and got to singin′ like Justin
Post your bail had my shooter blast you with the musket
The shit that came out your head was looking like some custard
My moves are solid plans never discuss em
Got hit for your budget, they found you in Denver
Your body rotting under nuggets
My fortress of solitude concoct a bomb to crush 'em
And leave y′all shook like what did he say
Looking for your remote, quick to press the replay
Step in any booth and run you suckers like a relay
O.B. rhyme Kinobi, here to kill you slowly
I ain't friendly, so you bitches ′bout to pay me what you owe me
Need I say, it's polo everyday y'all niggas know me
And we makin′ shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
Ya′ll niggas just rappin'
Go head, keep yappin′
We makin' shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
Yeah, still I stand, I'm in mint condition
With time, meanin′ I got a couple bands
Stackin′ off of rappin' my dude so what you sayin′
Nothin'! Cookin′ these suckas in buttered pans
They tell me it's a young man game, I say naa
It′s a grown man's game, I got fans
Shooter with a hot hand, daring your crew
When the airing is through
I'm eating rappers like tiramisu
What I speak is terror to you
The truth hurt, don′t it?
The illest on the earth wrote it
Me and my team is all about the green
They hatin′ so I copped another heater with the beam
Wanna-be kings, I bring an ending to your dreams
Bells I ring from Belarus to Phillipines
Still supreme, and those who object
I shoot a hole in your neck
Round here we as cold as it gets, it's
All Madden
Ya′ll niggas just rappin'
Go head, keep yappin′
We makin' shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
Ya'll niggas just rappin′
Go head, keep yappin′
We makin' shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
For not following God, you are hollow inside and worst stable
Now you eat your words, swallowing pride, it turns tables
The thought of even stopping me, letting my light shine
Might have went right to your left
But left out of your right mind
It′s not possible, don't cross my path
It′s got obstacles, the gospel you jot is rotten fossil fuels
I'm that G.O.A.T., the Detroit raised that
Made his one shot look like 3 point plays
From half-court, I craft with the fiends on the ave
Snort through paragraphs to get you high as a giraffe would
Cause you don't spit versatile as me
I′m cuttin′ you deep, give you a split personality
That's what they thirst for, for my first tour
An open mic attempt
I′ve always had pinstripes like a pimp
Since what I write's jizzin′ it just keep my height risen
So you can't see me when I black out
Even with night vision
Ya′ll niggas just rappin'
Go head, keep yappin'
We makin′ shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden
Ya′ll niggas just rappin'
Go head, keep yappin′
We makin' shit happen
Run up, that′s when the things get to clappin'
My whole team is mean, nigga we all madden