Album Cover What Can We Do, Pt. 1 & 2

What Can We Do, Pt. 1 & 2

Statik Selektah

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Come on guys, improvise man

What can we do for you?

Statik Selektah

I know he stab you in the air when he speak

So why you frontin′ like your shit ain't leak

When it sounded like I make cure-a-tea

The other side of the same one-way street

Said I′m the best what? The fucking necks up

Like airplane sleep and I'm taking off

Like the national anthem and wearing hats

And to the hearts no mirror matching

To a pigeon a terror act

You fear the fact, a fan dressed in all black

Ms. Mary met bottle service

What I bring to the table got flavoured tag

Just aim to catch it, from here on stop it

See the fear on ya' shit

Face looking like a three-pronged socket, electro fire

My desert the whip stand,

You holding the hourglass while sinking in quicksand

I did you dirty like old bad boots, scuffles and slack box

And clap topping with a foot in the door

Seen it sasquatching

I found myself in my reflection. I′m back

Watching Billy faded off and looking in mirrors

I′m hat shopping

You can see the Alibaba shows

Surprising this Lady Gaga and some dyed out clothes

And ta da I revitalize they idolise my flow

And we should be quiet like they reading wifi codes

And voila, every vocal is just important as there

Half and half is getting to listen, other's hoping they care, yeah

My true colour and temperature vision thermal delivery making

The push less painful like epidural

Well what can we do for you?

Well, well, I′m just cut from a different cloth

Shitty snort made him look like Mickey Rourke in the face

We just want paper plates, meetings with paper planes

But I keep having nightmares worded day to day in

I heard the misericordia let me splash the water

Achieve the white salami, autograph your daughter

She just wanna make some IG videos

I just wanna be mentioned amongst the billy goats

Snoopy and Charlie Brown, army of silly coat

Hooter coming right back bitch no Arsenio

Drop a few papooses on Crestview, wet fumes

A bunch of graduates from out the wreck room

All say my shit the stupidest but ain't no guarantees

With this music shit

My primo dope m.o′s the fifth along with Ludacris

Primo manteca mon amor frozen, this atrocious method I add that

I'm like a swarm of locusts

Well what can we do for you?

Yo, This morning I woke up and scratched the numbers off

I need at least a mill by next year

I′m giving the plug a call

A lot of slow leaks in your circle, when I can plug 'em all

When ya'll was getting rich off the purple shit

I was cutting hard,

I ain′t never lied on a verse

I wound up being dead broke when

You′re alive to choose dying is worse

I made real niggas cry with my words

Shit I might hit styles for a verse

Reporting live from the curb

I reside where niggas run on the 1st and on the 15th

And if your name good then niggas slide you work

I got one goal and that is to bring it back to my era

The good karma's, more commas like grammatical errors

I don′t get caught up in the chatter

I just laugh and do better

For Statik a potato on a barrel for whoever

Even in the summer my sterling is dragging the pavement

And I got hammers in the attic blowing weed in the basement

We ain't dig in the safe for a while

Pop told me if I wanna make it work so we gon′ take it to trial

I'll be damned if I slip up now, no celebrating prematurely

Because I can′t afford no hiccups now,

I'm off seasoning the cord that I cut through

And when them partners telling you they straight

Nigga guess who they come to

Started taking shit several years to look what we come to

There's a lotta things that I can′t undo but we here now

Hey yo this Ap

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

What can we do for you?

Yeah, Statik Selektah

Young nigga living, clearly have feds watching me

Trying to war with the king, niggas don′t think logically

At any moment God reward me for my modesty

Killers dump the body leave you stinking like rotting meat

Blasting, smoother than Billy Dee in Mahogany

Fashion, model figures disown a wannabe

Bragging about the days when you was a shooter

When you run into some real ones they want you to prove it

How could I trust you?

Don't even trust the ones I grew with

Niggas stupid, catching bodies then youtube ′em

Just to hang boy you tie your own nooses

I can see the state in your eye while throwing deuces, yeah

No soul reflect on my best yes, it's the flow forever

Gonna stress peers

Please, I′m the dopest you never heard

Like a crack fiend's screams, falling on deaf ears

Yeah, so ferocious, flow is holy, yeah

Hit the pussy then I hocus pocus

Pray my karma don′t curve back like scoliosis

If niggas don't know how to play it throw it to Kobe

I gotta let you know though feel like James Evans in the hood

With the flow though

Started with a band, made my money solo

You could be standing by your killer in these photos, damn nigga

What can I do for y'all??

My kind of music is embalming fluid

I′m prime influencing

It ain′t that hard to tell that I been through it

Crazy back then even my momma knew

Kinda foolish, quick to crash out like Osama fluid

I repeated the Taoist and wear a life I really feel

I really feel like I'm tommy empowered

Not to mention that I′m co-signed by Tommy on Power

So when my stars align I'mma shine on you cowards, look

Like really, how i′m 'posed to relate?

To these artificial artists I been knowing their fate

Monkeying round you could get a hold of your date

Mr flow-to-drown-rappers, stat, show them the lake, splash

Air bubbles from the gasp,

Air bubbles in my sneakers, writing Brody in the max

Biggie in the speakers when I′m opening the pack

Mike sold him my apartment because we both was in the trap

Hmmm, i'm headed down to Lollapalooza the car with

The shooter will probably make it part of Aruba

How 'bout a Uber and bust you for an awkward manouver

I stomp on the tune then dip into the jar with the budha

It′s smelly

Well what can we do for you?

Nothing but I′m gifted like stork visits

Flip birds like caught pigeons

I'm couped and it′s off limits

My material can buy these Timbs in New York fitted,

It's my pedigree raised by the pounds that I brought with me

Hoid up, got the polar, damn flow no one colder

Heir to the throne or colder

Bad to the bone like arthi-ritis and

Auto-write it on auto-pilot

And caught pics where your daughter ride it

I′m so excited

No x's in site just o′s and commas

So know the drama

Deep like penmanships and ocean's harbour

Ain't Will Smith then hold the llama

For all who brought the drama

This ain′t Broadway mama

Me I been m.i.a to the bullshit

My demons straight, I could demonstrate what the truth is

Been roofless since I was ruthless we been on property′s roof

It's just dogs barking up trees with the nooses

And new since the new kids, I′m the back of the movment

And proof that a root gives fingertips on the groove this

So who-dissed-that-nigga-that-you-been-sleeping-on

My temper peak, you never see I'm like a see-saw

We the law if you can follow the words

Just keep your ears to the streets

Or you might swallow the curb, the concrete though

Can′t steal and my my arms swing low

Sweeping bitches off of they feet

The Bronx hero is ready

What can we do for you?

There's nothing like sitting at home, let me tell you that

Well what can we do for you?