MIRKOCROCOP lyrics

[Intro: Estee Nack]
You know?
We ain't even had to have a conversation about it, you know what I'm sayin'?
We been untouchable
You know what I mean? The history been solidified
You can ask about the Nackman
You can ask about Boneweso
You know? You verify the facts, son
Ayo (Schyeah)

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
f*ck around and get your throat chopped (Wah)
Throw shots like Mirko Cro Cop (Bow, bow)
Air Force 1, the supreme low top, hold the knot (Cash)
Local estate police, they control the block (Woop)
Packed, just jumped a couple grams, I'm packagin' swollen rock, soldier knocked (Bow)
I be goin' over the top, robots (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Trigger fingers, I'm 'bout to show-stop, stove tops (Yeah)
Transformers, Decepticons of AutoPots, load the Glock (Click)
I splash bowlin' shots (Splash)
Sold a lot of coke and products, some fiends known to cop (Shook)
Product cake, I'm ready, we blow the spot, road blocks (Can't go this way)
Dead-end streets, messengers from the know-nots
Devils and demons worship, I'm more locked (Ad-lib)
Red dot on your melon, don't get your dome knocked (For real)
Feds watchin' me sell it and get my dough locked (Woop-woop)
Hollow shell in my enemy, so f*ck it, I got no opps
I be in the Bronx trappin' up out the co-ops (Trap)
[Interlude: al.divino]
Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot
Yo

[Verse 2: al.divino]
Marci handle the moss funds (Bling), I'ma f*ck, pump
Evel Knievel stunts, haze for brunch (Hah)
Used to break in bandos to smoke honey blunts (You heard?)
Soundin' dumb, runnin' 'em up (Huh?)
Lungs like hockey pucks, sturdy spliffs, Shoryuken uppercut (Shoryuken)
Fried in the mornin', six-hundred-dollar cups (Yee)
It's like the nightshift, we up (Huh?)
Dusty thong, can throw a musk, don't trust a soul though (Chi-ching)
Trey-ultra snubnose (Boom), spray buildings like Rusto
Doctor Doom phone, broke or rich, she end right on Love Loaf (Right there)
Cop a lot if the numbers right
One bump, whole face numb like lidocaine (Yee)
Concise dosages, Givenchy Dobermanns
Might cop a Rover just to have the homies total it (Skrrt, boom)
Ain't even showin' up if we ain't on the list
Three-hundred tabs sittin' in the envelope in the lift (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
The Louis slabs crisp, baggin' up like Krogers grocery
Wrist on North Pole (Blind, man)
Accordant, blue product, pockets gordo
Trap clickin' like morse code, we need more though (Doot-doot, doot-doot-doot-doot, doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
[Outro: al.divino]
Here's another one, and anoth—, and another one, man
And another, then another one, man
We over here

[Interlude]
You got knocked the the f*ck out, hah