Karl Kani (feat. Drift, Tru Trilla, Frank Castle & RIQ) [Squeaky Clean Edit]

Trilly Trills

Uh, connect, politic, ditto
On the grind never online with the info
All my hittas know keep it low like a limboNo communication with the nigga in the middle
Uh, real hittas get it live
Blacking in this Karl Kani
Me against the world like its 95
Blacking in this Karl Kani

From nothing to something my block running
Now the fiends throughout the city yo they keep coming
No more middleman I got the spot jumping
Got the bitches and niggas asking to hold something
I give them nothing hold this you think I′m bluffing
On my grind daily blowing down blue muffin
Politic with the homies and then I keep it trucking
Disrespect in my hood the homies get to busting

A hop, skip, and a jump from waving the pump
Now tell me what you want when we come from the slums uh
Hit heads it'll sound like click clacks
Hittas got the special sauce with them big macs sheeesh
See you tryna be a rap god
I′m the one that's issuing the fatwa
This the ink of a scholar
Betting on Black I'm spending the Trill Dollar (hold up)

Who′s the baddest I see the status is up in the air
These cowards watching my pockets because it′s nothing in theirs
Look in their eyes nothing but fear suckers is
Lot of cappin but that's what happens when fucking with squares
You so bitch, you smoke dick, you just mad cause you know Drift do dope shit
Sending clowns on an early date to the pearly gates
See this 38 and wipe the smile off your dirty face

Uh, connect, politic, ditto
On the grind never online with the info
All my hittas know keep it low like a limbo
No communication with the nigga in the middle
Uh, real hittas get it live
Blacking in this Karl Kani
Me against the world like its 95
Blacking in this Karl Kani

050 militia anunnaki elixir
Colloidal silver monatonic gold dripper 7K the picture
Hip Hop mercenaries
Eight bar verse shotty burst very deadly
Verbal semi-auto hundred round medley heavy
Shoot up ya stingy bars they rhyme very petty
Respect the upmost
Let it go up close cut throats
Get your throat cut yall burned toast

They all bracing for the God he battle testing aint a sign of fading
Keep gelato in the jars and the broads chasing
Money talk it aint a bag it aint a conversation
Tryna take mine arms waving no salutation
Board breaking I′m Shaq down in the post paving
Wave making my competition on edge shaking
Heavy on the lead dont stand a chance nigga short with patience
Asap run me my snatch dont have no time wasting

Feel the heat when you walk in our lab
Fire when I lay it down it spark from my pad
Fuck it show em the hammer a Lowes supply ad
Big K on the chest like Karl Kani ad
You rocking with the best
I'm hard when I provide this adrenaline sound
When my blood pressure boil aint no simmering down
I′m tired of that delivery and feminine style
My team solid aint no suckas allowed (050 nigga)