I Call Shots Radio Edit

Organized madness, madness, madness. The young Gotstra, haha. Young Frank Sinatra. I call, I call shots 'round here. Tell who to pop and not to pop 'round Here. Slow down down here. Don't make too much noise. You know who runs the blocks 'round here. I call, I call, I call shots 'round here. Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here. Slow down down here. Don't make too much noise. You know who runs the blocks 'round here. Psychosomatic, automatic static. Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic, and I'm at it. Astronomical in the Thunderdome center. In the depths of the dungeon, danger is desperately. Catastrophes metamorphosize into a pit. Tyrannosaur crackin' the bricks on the wall. Camouflage on the side of the light. About to put somethin' up in the garage it's Time for. World War III, you know me, Young Got T. I holds the microphone like a grudge. In a 'lac, laid back, so back the This might give you a heart attack. It's real simple, can't get more simpler than that, Than that. I call, I call shots 'round here. Tell who pop and who not to pop 'round Here. Slow down down here. Don't make too much noise. You know who runs the blocks 'round here. I call, call shots 'round here. Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here. Slow down down here. Don't make too much noise. You know who runs the blocks 'round here. Tactical, acrobatical, automatic. Automatically psychosomatic, psychotic. Verbally Gotic, visually erotic, super lyricist. Vodka and gin and tonic being injected through the Veins. With double dosage of liquor and I'm Columbian flavored. Top rate, irate, lost me in state style. And I want about a million or more. Of y'all haters to come back and get some More. You can tell a gangster soon as he Come in the door. He won't wear Calvin Klein, He won't wear velour. He got some Cortez or some Converse on. All-Stars, G from the hat to the floor. You can miss me, I'm probably chillin' up in Mississippi. Or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzling Whiskey. I'm a walking franchise and I wanna get Paid. Get dropped, mocked, and stomped like a Parade. Persuasion, phase three of the invasion. I gots to break loose 'cause I'm feeling caged In. Loose in the jungle, blaze a botanical garden Up. Nowadays ain't hard enough. To bombard and bogard spots like these. Renegade revolutionary infiltrates. I bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna Make it. You're never gonna get it, y'all can't With this. Put it together, Odd Squad, 1999 Squad. Universal soldiers, I thought I told you. I call shots 'round here. Tell who pop and who not to pop 'round Here. Slow down down here. Don't make too much noise. You know who runs the blocks 'round here. I call, call shots 'round here. Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here. Slow down down here. Don't make too much noise. You know who runs the blocks 'round here. I'm the jaw smasher, the youngest gangsta rapper. Spectacular, packer. Money stacker, T-shirt cackalacker. Verbal predator, fake rap attacker. Gotti the jawbreaker, Roscoe the back cracker. Money makers, we smart like computer hackers. I came in this game with plans to get It mastered. My enemies feel the wrath of my Rapture. No escaping without instantaneous capture. Don't be upset when me and the homies jack You. 'Cause we straight jacket, if I say a Song is crackin'. Young Thugs from Y. A., We make it happen. Swear y'all can see me, But that's just like seeing Elvis. I grab a cricket bat and crack a across The pelvis. My rhyme is dangerous, hazardous to Health. I make a load a twenty-two to cap His own self. Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle. It's horrible, yet hysterical the way I'll embarrass You. See me on the streets walk by and I just stare at you. Tough talk when the Is flying through the air at you. Test young Chester, one less Me and Corrupt share Two gats and one vest, We astronomical, Phenomenal, magical, mathematical. Taking your first born as collateral. I call, I call shots 'round here.