Gorillas (Feat. Crypt The Warchild, Esoteric, Apathy & Planetary)

YY'all get too close
I'mma squeeze the life out of you
You speak too loosely with your words
I'mma silence you you ain't a leader
Dog nobody'd die for you
You ain't a killer
Dog who the fuck lied to you?
And I don't even fuck with y'all ballerinas
Tryin' to tiptoe by me
I'mma stab your team up
Tryin' to get dough by me
I'mma snatch your cream up
‘Cause my squad gotta eat and
Y'all can't come between us
Thoughts of blowin' my fuckin' head off
When I look at my gun i cock back
Can't squeeze when I look at my son
I stop that
Can't breathe y'all wouldn't walk
In my shoes i'm antisocial
Don't speak unless I talk with a tool

You can take the braggin', the boastin'
Add up the passion devotion
The crabs that lack in emotion
We throw 'em back in the ocean
The Pharaohs packin' the potion
We back in action and rappers are chokin'
Actin' like they smokin' cats
Their backs will get broken
And '96 was the year I
Started talkin' with Vinnie
Rockin' the city, talkin'
Really reppin' Boston and Philly
Now you can find us lined up with OS and QD
We flow best, so don't test
We grotesque and beauty
I profess a slow death
Your plan of attack's a panic attack
Still better than Bush's plan for Iraq
My fam in the back
Known to keep it realer than most
While you fake cats cower
Like the Steelers coach

Yeah, we the realest ain't
Nobody stoppin' the fam and we gorillas
Walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we
Turn your fuckin' block into sand

We been bubblin' like Bazooka Joe since
Boogie Down and Super Ho
Futuristic, new simplistic
Sweatin' my computer flow
Army of the armed and dangerous
We stay with stainlesses status is famous
Raps translated to seven languages
Rulin' rap, iron fisted, flow's fluid
Rhyme is liquid
Nitrogen, knife in my pocket
Pull it out when shit gets twisted
Y'all lookin' for villains? Well
I'm that guy
I charge junior high kids for a contact high
And I could always tell y'all
Was on some faggot shit
Like singin' Lil' Kim's parts
During Magic Stick
You'll get your face rocked, nose popped
We got heat cocked
The A dot, o dot, t dot, P dot

Yo, ever since Blood and Ashes
Life's slowly been changin'
Catch me sweatin' every night
With my rosary, prayin'
Meditatin', bathin' in blood
Face full of mud so grimy
Tryin' to speak to me's like takin' a drug
Razor blades under the tongue
With "Ways of the Gun"
Playin' in the background when
I'm embracin' my sons
It's like I'm huggin' Satan
Though they feel the evil inside me
Nah boys, it's me, Papi
Can't one emcee stop me i'm stressed
Blessed with a gift i'm still tryna make it
Stained from separations
My brain is like a matrix
I tighten up my laces, prepare for the sequel
Until then
I'm gon' hustle and take care of my peoples
What!

Yeah, we the realest ain't
Nobody stoppin' the fam and we gorillas
Walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we
Turn your fuckin' block into sand
Yeah, we the realest ain't
Nobody stoppin' the fam and we gorillas
Walk around with Glocks in our hand
And we some killas, run it like the Mafia ran
And you should feel us cause we
Turn your fuckin' block into sand