These Clowns

"It breathes, it eats and it hates
 The only way to beat it, is to think like it"
 (*Talking*)
 At it again
 Hmm
 (Equipto)
 I surprise with the amazing, the fires a blazing
 Or suckas gon hate when I rise to the occasion
 You ran off with Tigga go hide in the Bassment
 Cause study your whole life just tryin to taste it
 We rap packed take over the stats and trophy
 Talk trash and really got a choice like Sophie
 So O.G. never caught livin the movie
 Wards real life, just "Being Myself", like Juve
 I'm full proof, chip tooth, slick like oil
 Can't chase me on the daily blow KC Royal
 From the Bay like G.P., like Floyd, "I'm sleepy"
 On your weak ass raps so leave me
 (Andre Nickatina)
 Breathe easy, my Tony Braxton the passion
 My lucky ass mind got me in the newest fashion
 Rap blastin, silver surfer on the glide
 My horse kick just like a Colt 45
 Man all up in ya mind like a Cartier design
 And I'll be standin right behind when your credit card decline
 Get outta line, I spin a web like a spider
 Man hit the ice house in the middle yell, "Fire!"
 Man do it how you wanna man and take it how you gonna
 Cause all you gonna hear is, "No contest your honor"
 I live the life style of the wild crocidile
 Man pull you under water then I giggle when you drown
 Man it's nothin that the lawlal, take it with a frown
 My mugshot befor they took the picture had the smile
 Man holla at me now, four or five rounds
 Cuttin through the make up just to shake up these clowns
 (Equipto)
 Yeah, Queezy Matsui, blunts and fat doobies
 I'm itchy bon lowlout, spittin it like a loogie
 Straight gangsta boogie, from here to Tokyo
 No oke-doke, they comin up shorter than Little Romeo
 I keep it moving, Air Force from Italy
 If you know me from back I kept it crackin since little leauge
 I swing the bat and I love to sing and rap
 On the track and I be the one you point your finger at
 I'ma do it like a master, upgrade the stature
 See I'm the type to smirk, while you fully elapped her
 And you the type to snitch cause you fell that you have to
 Drop a dime like you was the illest fool in Nebraska
 Won't put it past ya, baby I'm on the level
 I get around and put it down like hot metal
 The West Coast hello bitch, I'm a rebel
 My brand new Jordans'll smash the gas pedal
 (Andre Nickatina)
 Gas pedal, blowin till the crack of dawn
 Man roll it up and look it did the baby then it's gone
 Have you ever seen a soul that was so priceless
 Man hangin out with ladies that be cold as ices
 The ammunition rippin through cats up in the cipher
 Man like seven day though milk man I make 'em all expire
 Hands up in the flame man and lust for the game
 And even if I'm cripple and I'm walkin with a cane
 Or sittin in a chair, it's like Fred Estere
 Man eatin on steak bake at the lions layer
 Think I'm about to fall man I can hear the call
 Man what's the spread if you talkin bout that football
 Like Nino did the cartah and yeah I said the cartah
 I came up in the game as a San Francisco starter
 Man this is for the father, I spit it like a round
 Cuttin through the make-up just to shake up these clowns
 "Yeah, that's it alright
 Bam you can dick it out but you couldn't show you can't take it no more
 Your through, well"
 "By the wet poisoning there was six bullets" (*gunshots*)
 "Oh thanks boys for the artillery"