Lloyd’s of London lyrics

[Intro:]
So, what got you interested in writing the song titles that you do? Where did you get those ideas from?
"People I hate, I write songs about things I hate, and that's a lotta people"

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Respect the shooter!
Yeah, yeah
Respect the shooter!
Yeah
Respect the shooter! (People I hate, that's a lotta people)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
You ain't think Jahannam real, think you could burn
Still the same di*khead, you would think you would learn
His energy wrong, that's the type of thing you discern
It's nothing for free, homie, if I give it, it's earned
We talkin' tectonic plates, that's how gravity pulls
I could never blame a man for the path that he choose
This a Gemstar, Glock .30, packin' my tools
A wise man never bother with the action of fools
It was ahks, brawls, long nights, Mescaline pills
The first blicka that I touched, I was head over heels (Head over heels)
Put his body in the water like a macrophyte
Ishmael and Hagar in Mecca, that's a sacrifice
The Mossberg, headshots straight to the dome
I got akhis in the feds never makin' it home
Eighteen, face-mask, jump in the van
Mask-on, lights off, when I'm dumpin' the can
Toma!
[Hook: Block McCloud]
I'm awoke and nope
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought sh*t was a joke but
Oh no!
I'm awoke, and nope
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought sh*t was a joke but
Oh no!

[Verse 2: Boob Bronx]
Yeah, Bronx! Look!
I try to be well mannered as f*ck (Yeah)
Wouldn't stop you from gettin' Timberland up
Long as the scuffs minimal
Rock again (yeah), the Glock for a pen
Hardest part is where to begin
Guilty of findin' peace inside a ruckus (Ruckus)
When Gods link, Devils yell "Motherf*ckers!" (Yep)
Pray I fail, hope y'all see the light, you'd be alright (You'd be akright, n*gga)
Word, long as my sh*t flew with tears to it (Tears)
No checkers, f*ck you and your feudal efforts (f*ck outta here)
Word, give 'em a second, they don't know what Chess is
Just hope they don't catch holes in they f*ckin' chests (Brah)
Word, we leave messes just to leave a message
Kings rise, especially if they came from peasants (Yeah)
Seem to make it happen even if we reckless
It's all energy borrowed, let that b*tch breathe (Let that breathe)
Yeah, hold that sh*t tight, let them sh*ts leave (Brrah)
[Chorus: Block McCloud]
I'm awoke and nope
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought sh*t was a joke but
Oh no!
I'm awoke, and nope
I can tell that they don't want the smoke
We'll hit 'em in a dark (dark), alley
These hammers never jam
They must have thought sh*t was a joke but
Oh no!