Hustle And Flow

[Verse 1: Planetary]

It's the solar symstem addict

Addict coming from the space cabinet

My larynx is more like a clarinet

To clarify my clarity I give syllables a solidarity

To rap want's to marry me

I propose with a gun and a rose

It's out of paradise city with thunderous flows

My shit's so dope it's numbing your nose

I tussle with pros I hustle and flow you know

It's the coming attraction 10th wonder

This summer I vibe to the sound of the funky drummer

Marinade over snares and kicks

Prepare to be ripped apart 'cause it's rare I miss

And if for some strange reason my shot's off

I spit chains of seasons and burn 'em like hot sauce

I vice-grip the micstand for no apparent reason

The transparent demon with gods lifespan

[Hook]

Ugh, this shit is hot for real

Even if cop's on the block we get it popping still

Are you pop? Is you hot, nigga? Not for real

Who got it locked on the block like we got no deal?

Ugh, this shit is hot for real

Even if cop's on the block we get it popping still

Are you pop? Is you hot, nigga? Not for real

Who got it locked on the block like we got no deal?

[Verse 2: Crypt the Warchild]

You niggas can't see me lift your brim up

Unless you wanna see your man lift your limbs up

You talking to a man sonny lift your chin up

It's a sin if I let your skin skuff my tins up

See me and plan we penetrate the block

We leave dead bodies to decorate the block

Husky puertoricans we vegetate you not

Feast or famine motherfucka, escalate your crops

We in the land of coast that can't registrate they blocks

The world got shook and have the head of state to watch

Time keep slipping, we let escape the clock

So when we get it cracking we hesitate to stop

I'm waving the blade I'm scraping the plate, I'm hungry

I'm breaking away escaping the pain you love me

You saying my name I'm breaking your frame it's ugly

I fatally rain I'm staining your dame I'm gully

[Hook]

Ugh, this shit is hot for real

Even if cop's on the block we get it popping still

Are you pop? Is you hot, nigga? Not for real

Who got it locked on the block like we got no deal?

Ugh, this shit is hot for real

Even if cop's on the block we get it popping still

Are you pop? Is you hot, nigga? Not for real

Who got it locked on the block like we got no deal?

[Verse 3: King Syze]

Yo I'm a young cannon blasting with the mind of a elder

I move blocks of trees like the Legend of Zelda man

And i don't know what to tell ya

I ain't your paps homie i ain't the niggah that failed ya

To rap with me, gotta be ready to blast with me

Tackle the city crack the Da Vinci, master the gritty

I'm shackled in Philly, actually I'm locking it down

[?] nothing but condiments now

Compared to us in battle with flares and must

In certain situations I ain't scared to bust

There goes my fame and my music

I'm planning a movement

To take advantage of anything that's ever handed to music

So every time we drop pocket get to the ground

I'm a ring leader trust me I ain't fucking with clowns

And anyone who wanna hate, like be my guest

I'mma aim for your head like I ain't see that vest, homie