Текст песни Too Nice - 20 East

How many bodies do you got in your backyard
My flow sick I got them drinking my backwash
So they can spit like me ooh you nasty
My crew so NSYNC you boys so backstreet
I never wanna hear you say you rapping like Teezy
Stop all that Lion King I got the streets going Rafiki
In the jungle I'm King Kong with a new theme song
I could never doze off but my roof been gone
And if truth be told I got a mean ISO
But my crew so cold I'm throwing oops blindfold
You don't know who I know cause I got 2 iPhones
So I wish a hater would like a 2 by 4
I leave him planking in the streets like Johnny
Bravo to ladies out here getting money
I'm on a whole different wav this ain't MP3
Ya whole catalog ain't touching my last 16
When I was just 16 I heard them bullets through window
Pow pow get low that was off a impulse
Why these boys going so crazy it's just the intro
Welcome to the rabbit hole folks how far does it go
These bugs bunny rappers keep making these looney tunes
And every time we battle I beat them that's fruity loops
It's just a cycle I guess I keep the mic to my chest
Cause That's so close to my heart next to my wife and my checks

I hate you niggas
Rather see you die off a thousand times
For severed lines that bitten the venom I carry decays your mind
The streets ain't yours
Your dollars are ashes know that your god is blind
Defeat this diabolical never
I'll make your death a sign
How dare you claim you God when I flip the laws and the elements
Out rap me nigga please make the reaper give up his settlement
Treat your king like a peasant
Who you are to me is irrelevant
Like a soul in hell pleading a case to God like let me in
I don't hear you
Your body is liquid turned to a bubble
My sea of monsters float with no conscience
Watch how Poseidon crush you
Nice to who
The first line was a understatement
Good luck beating a nigga who addicted to torture and undertaking
I made a basement cold as the soul of Satan for me to play in
My soul said cook I started jotting and smelled Anita baking
The booth more like a oven lets see if you niggas can make it out
In and out of that cave let's see what Plato had thought about
Was it annihilating you rappers
Or waiting to push the button
Your hunger means nothing in room infested with gluttons
What You know about building a bar inside of a dungeon
In your own mind where seems like you have control over nothing
You beat me
Nigga you bluffing
You could Russian roulette with Russians
Your chances better with sharks
In shallow water that's dark
Or surviving a deadly spark
Or knife fighting with blind folds
With a mercenary that's mark
But challenge me and you lost

Conversations with my bros feel interventions
The truth can be hard to say but never hard to listen
They like Mook, you gotta stop holding back
Some nigga they born to cap but really my nigga you born to rap
We think you too nice
Not soft but you kind hearted
And why you keep sparing them crying artists
They con artist lying through they teeth
And they gone put it on beat
But let me know you Jeffery Dahmer nigga, kill them and eat
Put the switch blade to they jugular
Keep shooting, dump the clip and then double up
Stop thinking you've done enough
And run them numbers up a hundred times
We know you can do a hat trick with the stick
And make them duck like Anaheim
Your conscious stuck on Spike Lee huh
Mookie gotta do right thing huh
But boy you too nice huh
Too nice to work a 9 to 5
Too nice I know you tired of trying
Of seeking dotted line
From nigga who be out of line
Why you Feeling out of time
Tell me what you keep doubting for
We think you need to relax
Cause fiends still need crack
We see you want it more then Macklemore and G Eazy wanna be black
Cause we don't fall off, we just re rack
That's a restock
Put them on the shelves
Put them in a coffin
Put them in hell
They killing themselves
Keep pushing this dope
Til their weak wills go and push them over they dose
And that's when you stop giving them hope
You too nice