[Instrumental: Grimy drumless loop] [Verse 1: Squeezing That] [Delivery: militant off-beat cadence, raw unpolished strict rapping, NO MELODY] who is this hood hero who administers a prescription that cures addiction lyrical diction [pause] the fresh one in the corridor, orator, blessed with a gift a gab or so the say that paid the masked man by the door work for Guatemala columbia Chee-laye chips like frito lay [rhythmic drift] seven six two look like a burrito from chipotle israeli uzi look like minecraft or something or another dont play with firearms they harm others tear families apart leave stranded brothers thinking about just a wish for another ride in the car broke a multitude of hearts broadcast like steve harvey seed [breath] and just keep moving on to the next one emcees need a tightening up on their training bras most of them are thespians the livest thing i seen was the s six hundred candy green shit was mean slabbed out by some niggas from the east you go from looking healthy to looking mad lean stressed out messing with my regime [loose pocket] samples yes smoothed out record players wont know a thing when i be crate digging man a team with seventy men tell you we great again and again those seventy things are pointy and will cut you get you stitched up tailor fixing a hem im out here in the streets too i do know that there is too much violence youngins be wylding these poems are in prose so you can hit a fly pose and avoid damage if you know how the streets go you know like a type of self awareness you careless with your life [steady pocket] if not youd be at the firing range till your marksmanship was peerless say less and fear less the specialist that is squeezing that squeezing that squeezing that (the specialist) [Beat Switch: heavy echoing vinyl scratch, tempo slows down] [Instrumental: murky dissonant jazz sample, thick thumping drumless bassline, clavichord loop] [Verse 2: Squeezing That] [Beat intensifies] [drumless] [layered sounds] [Delivery: steady militant off-beat flow, quick gritty reflective direct cadence, NO MELODY] asking why so harsh well peace to my man charles marsh it was a nightmare like freddie he had the replica i had the real eddie school was already on some gangstas paradise changed my life when they took his life right there at the bus stop i seen the shooter it looked like he was high [breath] watched the metal fly heard my brother cry i was just a youth why would i lie they saw the eddie was fake threw the coat down ran away before the blood dried thats why i keep it cool when im outside [loose pocket] imagine everyone got the burner then its just about letting the top cock back and glide besides im squeezing that and you listening right im squeezing that and you listening right right right right squeezing that squeezing that squeezing that [Outro] [Instrumental clavichord backing beat continues looping alone] [Fade to static]
