Mt. Everest Lyrics - The Keynote Speaker - U-god

I make 'em nod like paedamin 

See them live might dive off the mexamine 

Ground drama, sound harder than crowd bonkers 

I'm 'bout dollars, I touch down in your town, holla 

IMS, gladiator, call him Russell Crowe 

Son of pro, watch these lame niggas come and go 

Blessed with the poison pen, murder was the case so I guess it's them boys again 

Through your duce high, salute eyes, be the general, the last one to run 

I will take all ten of you, I'm feeling myself BK whiling the belt 

Rocking my shit, eyes on the real wealth 

Me and Goldie tell 'em it's easy money 

Now shorty wanna fuck, that's sleazy, honey 

Fame call us, money, it change all us 

Get it how you live it or sing the same 

The game taught us, nothing in the bank for us 

W claim walrus, yeah, we tank for life 

Was raised on the island of the misfits 

The children of the corn snatch your green with the cuits 

It's what you might call food for thought 

And what's the killer season if you don't include the shot 

This cross will start a feud and leave your whole mood distraught 

Used to feel safe until they unscrewed vault and 

Took your common sense out your memory bank 

Then dumped on you like missiles over enemy tanks 

So homie, drop slow like you in front of five O 

'Cause force go in the raw and your back is where the knives go 

Ride the attic, hiding silver spoons 

Being cut so deep, it's hard to heal the wounds 

Those flashing don't blast, they still buffoons 

Just blowing on hot air, they should fill balloons 

Yo, I like them shorties that'll kill for goons 

And start a hustle in an apron to cut wheels and tunes 

I want leverage, ice cold beverage 

Money I can't count, I blacked out standing on Mount Everest 

Live lessons, the cover of essence 

It's pure excellence parting right down my measurements 

Politic the deficit, fingerprints, no evidence 

Cocaine, caviar, hitting on receptionists 

Hang with the specialists, go medalist 

Presidential grant, eating stakes that's tenderous 

Got my brand, catch me in Megan Fox' bed 

Cash clock, Gucci, IPad, bag 

It's all black, top Nikes, you fat lazies 

Riches from rags, cash and diamond faces 

Got promoted up, friends up in high places 

Next move, my best move, chess move, the strategy 

Closet full of guns, son, none' 

Get off that bullshit, that hip hop faggotry 

I'm highbred nigga worth five gravity 

Clothes never raggedy, oil painting of me displayed up in gallery 

Capture me, Wu Tang forever, immortality 

High salary, blessing from a mother named Valery 

And my two sons named Anthony 

Racks from stacks, quickly I'm browsing 

First class ticket to the moon only cost 50 000 

Niggas be doubting, it's understood, I'm running with goons 

One of a kind, imported goods, killer the hood 

Consume me, Lord, the last time I checked got 50 points in your voice 

Good Lord 

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