Текст песни Big L and Ac Slater - Arch Bishop feat. Charlie Bars

Ayo You gone need a defroster
When you dealing with Chilly Willy
The Archbishop he one of the coldest authors
So many niggas waiting to get on to off ya
Stay chasing these women like
Ms Parker and Parker
The Junkyard dog is gone bite at the barkers
I make moves wit the doers
While you follow the talkers
Instagram stalkers tok tikers
But clout chasers always get
Spotted by God niggas
Charlie got me rapping like Sean P over Evil Dee
Nineteen ninety three MOP you gotta run it G
I′m that suave rugged that the grimiest loving
That black intelligent
Rhetoric they don't want in public
But what I look like believing the hype
Like I didn′t grow up on Chuck D
The enemy type
Offended me twice
By telling me that Jesus was white
But that goes against the science
And biology right
Cuz if you come from my region
Then you got some seasoning
Bottom side of the equator
Then you got some flavor
We like Big L and Biggie
Word play tremendous
Try us and fail in a jiffy
Broad day in the trenches

I flame the paper
You gone need a radiator
I got a forty and a niner
Like a raider hater
Was serving in the nineties
Makin pager paper
I ain't diplo but the matic
Got a major laser
I always cut it close
Ima razor blader
I grind inline daily
Like an amazing skater
I'll take yo ass to school
Like I′m ac slater
I gotta cabinet full of weed
I got eighty flavors
I′ll leave you lost like the professor
Not the ankle breaker
The one from gilligans island
I'll take this acid later
Yo girl built just like a pack of wafers
Stackin paper fat boy gasping
Like I′m wearing the mask of Vader
Ask my neighbors
Whole block smelling like rosin vapors
Sore throat every day
Im not a lozenge taker
I'll put this piece upon you
No as salamu alekyum
I also love the lakers
Bitch I′m the undertaker