The Heavy

[Verse 1: STS]
Okay rap game shady, these words are dirty 380
Blasting out the window, we're skirting in the Mercedes
Either smell the roses or you pussy's push daisies
Bitches call me sugar when they should've called me crazy
Enough to drop jewels, when fools copping fugazi
Born in a b-boy stance, back in the 80's
We demanded more but motherfuckers was lazy
Brought it to your door but mother fuckers was Swayze
And that ain't how they made me, my niggas would've [K'd??] me
Nice with the pen so the sword don't phase me
Gentleman of leisure and development; appraise me
Shit is a fiasco but hip hop saved me
Hip hop pays me; now that I got your attention
Strong arm rapping all I needed was the henchman
Bear with me only gets worse if I ain't mention
Bury niggas under the earth is my intention

[Verse 2: STS]
All the heroes, all the villains where we from partner
This ain't no howdy-doody honky ass Buck Rogers
The Pun stated "ain't no wins in mi casa"
I protect home mother fucking Mike Piazza
Leader of the rasta, read it like a roster
Made them kiss the ring, yes I'm greeted like a mobster
Props to the purist in this hip hop biz
It's a cold amongst niggas that grew up on Big
Got drunk off Pac, wish that Big L got
A chance to really get his shine on before he got shot
This is Dungeon Family bumping up and down my block
Talking Big Rube interludes, Cool and the Witch Doc
Those are the tic-tocs I never forget
Sucker emcees, kick rocks and [?]
Tozz, Oz, Kansas; no motto
Got my dog with me ain't no mother fucking Toto
Too bad bitches, that's the mother fucking logo
Bust a rappers ass ain't no mother fucking homo
Bring the beat back this the mother fucking promo
Love hitting trees I ain't Sonny fucking Bono
And I don't care what Bo Know, I go where the flow go
It got me overseas shopping at Bel Air [Soto]
Or [Sotu] however you would say it
Pocket full of Euro be the way a nigga play it
Pocket full of stones if I gotta UGK it
Watch sunshine, mother fucker UV-ray it
Gold rush three see we fucking dedicated
Chronic in the air got a nigga medicated
Murder is the mission this is premeditated
Rolling up another getting re-elevated
Bear with me, it only gets worse; it's been stated
I'mma keep rapping 'till my vocals get faded
Or niggas get jaded
Move to the hills, try and settle down
Find a brand new thrill
Finally reach a point where niggas' shits getting real
Don't want to reach a point where niggas' shit looking ill