Cement 3's (feat. Roc Marciano)

This bomb was codenamed "The Czar"
 You're such an idiot. You'll never be able to contend with this opponent, why don't you lure them into the underwater graveyard?
 Don't you think this is all kind of strange?
 Hmm... so you know what I told him?
 Eyo, yo yo
 Vein popper flame hotter
 Raging sharp art patray popper
 Blade sharper, kamikaze brain bomber
 Safe in the drama darts spray your armor
 You a trey eight revolver next to a 'nade launcher
 Immortal technique, the rest weak
 Stretch 'em like Lesnar
 Deadly venom whenever Deck speak
 Fresh meat, we get 'em buzzin' like XB
 You can't sleep, it's like lying on wet sheets
 Nevertheless better in fact bust better than sex
 My rhyme book's like a medicine chest
 Son, I kill 'em like lead to the chest
 Call 7 & Es (Yo let me at 'em Deck)
 Whatever is next
 INS spit warhead bars, go ahead draw
 I bang your dome leave your forehead gone
 Run and tell 'em "put more heads on"
 Performing live in your dining room
 Shining through 4-X large
 Lyrics get hard quick cement
 Lyrics get hard
 Lyrics get hard quick cement
 Lyrics get hard quick cement to the ground
 Stripes on me like a tiger
 Whites on me actin' hyper
 Cypher then I leave with bites on me from a viper
 I'm the type to sell vintage 'Lo with the cookie
 Buy it now, new with tags like a graf rookie
 This is how you rap pussies, Timberlands and black hoodies
 Make you wanna slap Snooki
 Hedge your bets contact your bookie
 I'll contact my wookie
 True blood pumping through these veins no Sookie
 I'm a soul searcher go berzerker
 No nurturing took place, I cover bitch's face
 With a 'Lo burqa if you're less than an 8
 Like off-duty coal workers I'm out of my mine
 Gun powder in lines
 Flow like Red Wings Gordie Howe in his prime
 Ya'll try to be thugs
 I put science in my bars like Ivy League pubs
 (Chewbacca noise) Chewy sound "Ya'll don't wanna fool around"
 House party shit, bag a 40 like it's Cougar Town
 "Come on man I feel like cuttin' loose"
 Blue flames, 400 dollar jeans
 The ride flee like a time machine
 My regime pop beams back around Constantine's
 Under marquees break apart Ki's
 Park V's, spark up leaves
 Artists, you see my name upon the Marquee
 You charge a fee, crackheads watchin' G
 Dom P spill out on the God car seat
 Add a marks for heat with marksman expertise
 Keep a tech to protect your fees
 Collect tee's to to breath C's
 Let the beef rest in peace
 You connect at the lease and get greased
 Hold that, your neck roll back
 Both stacks overlap we locking every patch on the road map
 The gold axe like Bobby Womack's to hold max
 Go out back and get your shit blown back
 Man, I haven't had this much fun since I was in reform school