Two Zips - Roc Marciano

How you perform under pressure, that’s a man’s measure

Blam the Desert

, you compare to me never

My pleasure, .44 you up for a small treasure

Line you up like a Wahl edger

Poor fella, in stormy weather, walk with the umbrella

I see your errors more now than ever

My wolves’ll snack on ya, while I relax in the sauna

Your rap’s worth a glass of tap water

So back up off a black enforcer, that’s an order

Five hundred stacks, that’s an offer

Bassmaster, catch an orca, that’ll cost ya

Whil I crack crab on a glass saucer

Applesauce Porsch trucks

Pull up like Chauncey Billups

Niggas is hit up, fuck penthouse, pin-ups

Pimp cups been filled up

Penny fields concealed, steel tucked

Slide dick in Brazilian cut buds, bust nuts

Trilliant cut touch, unfamiliar muggs is mugged

When stray slugs flood, play the tub

Them boys sell snow, the dough like an oil well flow

That’s on the low like COINTELPRO

Shells blow, you red as Elmo, the tale’s well known

I still feel compelled just to tell folks

'bout how we went from the ghetto to Melrose, get elbows

Enjoy Ls on sail boats

FILA flip-flops, felines ponder the dick size

Squander chips, live big time

Prada kicks, Swiss wristwatch, your Bentley tick-tock

Amongst men that rhyme we are demigods

Rims is 20″ large, push big dog cars

Call 'em St. Bernards Benton, huh