The Mission Lyrics - Jaylib

Madlib turn the strings up 

My knuckleheads, put them things with the beams up 

You won't need your heat this time around 

I spits fire, it's like the rhymes are rounds 

In a big ass block of the bitch-ass niggas 

Who wan' hate, cause they don't get cash with us 

But they really on Jay and Mad dilznick 

If you want the truth then that's just it 

Them sick cause I slipped they chick this magic stick 

We all act, can we get them balls back 

I keeps it simple as well as complicated 

Jaylib for service, just compensate us 

I'm tryin to cop the Maker's and hop up in the latest whips 

Caked rockin gators 

It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B 

Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire 

Yo, wait, now let me speak on these journalists 

Only the ones who need to learn and listen 

Before they criticize verses that burns kitchens 

Live from the land of Hearns and Pistons 

You heard me~?! Beats and rhymes so dirty 

Play it too loud and you'll feel a burn where you pissin 

Up, my nigga turn the motherfuckin strings up 

The ultimate link-up, about to cha-ching up 

Jaylib baby don't forget the name 

How you want it, Beemer four-fifth or Range 

Come see the Dilla lay with the fifth 

Maybe you can write an article about how Jay play with them whips 

And who said producers ain't supposed to rap 

They don't want the Ruger to bang well close your traps 

Better not run them jibs or fibs no more 

We pullin plugs so haters ("can't live no more")