the hive

The hive Intro Yeah, you're listening to a verbal beat. Verbal.net. Vinnie Paz. Official Pistol Gang. OPG. Brrrrap! Yeah. Yeah. Tri-State. Fuckin' BH, BHD and V2B, nigga. Make sure... 2011... Verse 1 (J-Dub from Tristate) Sick with it, my skills they can't match me Million miles ahead with my flows you can't catch me Still play it classy, with an attitude that's fucked up Genius ain't shit 'less he tell these bitches what's up These niggas talkin' a lot, but they ain't sayin' much Their minds are handicapped, they use thought as a crutch So these niggas 'bout simple facts, and the matter Why I'm raw uncut, straight crack on the platter Not mid , I take it back to the one you seen before ya Thinkin' otherwise I ignore ya, then send somebody for ya No point in getting my hands in the dirt With so many birds around, can leave your ass hurt I lift your skirt, expose you for the bitch you is And watch your girl, 'cause if you don't then I'ma dick the trick Then pass the trick, then let her do a trick for Vic And BAT is Back, of course he got that night shit Yo, thanks for that slut, 'cause I kicked that bitch out and found a good cut Two of me is a full trick, 'cause bitch you ain't gettin' shit When the smoke clears I'ma have somebody have your fuckin' jaw split Yeah, you and your sidekick, yeah he talk too much shit So I'ma have this task force whippin' the fuckin' mosh pit Yeah, two different areas crime connect 'Cause they in awe of it Verse 2 (B.A.T) Do I feel like this is the end? Yes I do Good moments don't last, like the bad ones do As a matter of fact, I'm stuck in hell And this bitch watch me fall, didn’t wish me well . Karma is a bitch man, just go on and eat a dick I won't forgive your ass for shit, you stupid ass trick I got a lot of haters man, just walkin' around Wishin' bad things on a nigga, fuck them clowns I've overcome obstacles to get to where so for now man, their ain’t shit hold me back I'll kill a devil 'fore I let you niggas do that raps all I got, you can hold me against that Moments got a little crazy but it made me a spic got talent while you niggas got lazy Now I got my eyes on the stars 'bout to blow One, two, three, nigga watch me go My temper's kept under control Until you fuck with me, then you get slapped like a hoe Punch a man in the face, watch his ass hit the floor Revenge is always better when the shit served cold I'm gettin' drunk, don't count it if I don't remember it Black out mode, my nigga, I'm so dangerous Verse 3 (Vico from Tristate) Sick as I ever flow, I can witness from a ghost Quit sittin' back and forth, while I'm layin' comatose Bitch get on my level, know that you ain't even close Try to tell 'em my dilemma, that boy sleepin' as a host Sorta like you watch reality, scripted how it came to be Jump for nothin' ten to one, keep it on the D-low Since it was a hoax, to keep thinkin' of a ghost So you save my boy some time, he don't need that bitch around So you better see a shrink before I put us in the ring Us versus them, one on one or three on three Tristate the sickness kid, but what's that you disagree? Gotta get exact revenge, blood bath for what y'all did to me And that's a gift, so your presence is now history Three seconds left, only battle 'tween us living beings I finished videos, gotta tend to that immediately So I'm copping 44s, just for that explicitly For the record shoot it steady at the desert heat Drop a 17, testing, mag empty I mean thanking God he handed me down making clear... this is our year AI generated so lyrics are a bit off