Lyrics Respect Mine - Saint Joe

You know I wanna try some extra stuff with you man
Repeat a few rhymes I got man
Shoot the shit spit shit in the booth
I ain't shit to the youth, shoot the shit out ya group
One punch for lunch, have you sipping on soup
Bust ya shit then dip in the coupe
There it is, P
Alright, let me hear y'all say that
Um, shit bitch, lunch food, shit, shit bitches

Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9
Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9
Yeah, Penmanship
Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9

A grammar wizard imparting lessons like catechism
Cut out your pineal gland with scissors and the liver
Wash my hands in rivers when the cannon glitters
Dudes abandon livin'
You the son of a snitch, look at your mannerisms
You assistant pimpin' we both sick with different symptoms
You immunodeficient need Benadryl and penicillin
My pen is brilliant and gets drunk off the scent of killing
Echo in ya mental like a monk then I bend the ceiling
Verbal cathedral but surgical lethal murder ya ego evil
Through the dermis like my words are the needle
Make em strip like they fiends for the singles
It's either that or hot seats like that scene in casino
I'm greasy for c notes
And dead presidents do what we gotta do to get the rent
Hollows follow the leader at your gatherings I've lead events
Fuck ya sentiment, make you one with the wet cement
And ya gone once you enter it lungs full of sediment
And I'm done with the rhetoric
Pen is the venom and pumping adrenaline

Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9
Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9

It's not an accident write rhymes on scrolls like manuscripts
The microphone's the catalyst
When a right gets thrown it shatters ribs and the planet shifts
The antagonist that dissolve your aggregate maggots to fragments quick
I'm the captain now so join the real or abandon ship
The last man standing commanding the cannon extracting your sanguine to napkins
Surpassing the casket and it's sacraments
You can't imagine or fathom this bastard in action
Casually slapping mustaches off astronauts and mannequins
Your dude pinched and out quick claiming he made the bail
I'll put it to you like this either he telling or escaped the jail
Ya dude ain't that smart and never had heart
Take a closer look his face it's been replaced with rat parts
The sad parts everybody with 2 views a rap star
Spit that blue's clues claim a screws loose and act hard
When combat starts you first to lose and end up on a crash cart
Some guppies don't realize they're food out here trying to at sharks

Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9
Yo, brothas respect mine, or here go the tech 9