Round 3

I'm chillin' with Daryl Lynn, ready to win
We gotta do a mic check before the rhymes begin
I'm from the city of angels, the real city of sin
Knockin' your lights out like 7, 8, 9, 10

Get up, boo your fam, bam, scram from the big champ
Carryin' the heat to have you peelin' like a Cali tan
I'm the man supplin' all your demands
Miyagi couldn't teach these moves to Jackie Chan

I'm a Pasadena resident passin' a plan
And I keep it Armenian like Glen Oaks and Bran
I'll remain attached to your head like a headband
So you know that I should be remembered like a dead man

As I'm chillin' with ghosts under the suicide bridge
I'm stickin' around like Walt Disney in the fridge
Cause it's game over like Kobe in the fourth quarter
But I'll have you out by the third round like it was ordered

I'll make a 911 police call
Tellin' them drums on the loose with Greaseball
Wrappin' up money like a big-ass cheese ball
Sendin' rappers back to the factory like a recall

Hey, and we comin' with that round three
Hey, I said we comin' with that round three
Hey, you know we comin' with that round three
And I recommend that you don't fuck with me

If the game goes sour, then I gotta be sweet
Have them comin' and comin' like bitches to a dog treat
Longer than the main street, thicker than a mile
Hotter than this hot beat, fresher than a fire

If I don't know you, I'll be protected
If you don't know me, you'll be corrected
Fuck a lecture, come and get it hands-on
In your face, not over your Samsung

Up close, in your personal perspective
You can ride it, but you can never check it
That means when daddy gotta go work, it's showtime
MGM like Mr. Kurt, run like a marathon

Play it like a telethon
Bringin' Los Angeles back to Babylon
You can send us to the Pentagon
I'm right here on iTunes and motherfuckin' Amazon

Make a 911 police call
Tellin' them drums on the loose with Greaseball
Wrappin' up money like a big-ass cheese ball
Sendin' rappers back to the factory like a recall

Hey, now we comin' with that round three
Hey, I said we comin' with that round three
Hey, you know we comin' with that round three
And I recommend that you don't fuck with me

Yo, D, you know it's round three
Crack open this bottle, we drinkin' it early
And you better be bringin' that ass in a hurry
So I can send you back to a laboratory

And you'll be feelin' finer than fuckin' a fine freak
With an updated studio out with the antique
I put enough work to be kissin' the man's cheek
If you fuck with him, then I'll be lettin' my hand speak

So, Lava Kunam, can you get a Blumini?
In Atlanta, Georgia, turn Pasadena
And about to blow up like helium
To kill you slower than a Marlboro Medium

So, D, kill a beat for this round three
I'ma pound three more bottles cause that sounds sweet
And on you for a decade, I noticed that you're down, D
So make a block knock and make a bird hit the ground, G