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
Put his body in the water like a macrophyte
Ishmael and Hagar in Mecca, that's a sacrifice
The Mossberg, headshot, 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'ma whoop, damn no
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 she was a dope but
Oh no!
I'ma whoop, damn no
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 she was a dope but
Oh no!

[Verse 2: Boob Bronx]
I try to be real, man, it is f*cked
Wouldn't stop you from gettin' Timberland up
Longest the scars minimal
Rock again, 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!"
Pray I fail, hope y'all see the light, you'd be aight
Word, long as my sh*t flew with tears to it
No checkers, f*ck you and your feudal efforts
Give on a second they don't know what chess is
Just hope they don't catch holes in they f*ckin' chests
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
Hold that sh*t tight, let them sh*ts leave
[Chorus: Block McCloud]
I'ma whoop, damn no
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 she was a dope but
Oh no!