William Hutson - Mouth lyrics

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Somebody barking at the moon, let the dogs loose Hunt to k**, they motherf**ing jaw's loose They talking out they neck, they need a long noose And a strong tree branch, angle obtuse See they think they heavy, think they talking weight Like they revolution-ready, wanna storm the gates Like they gonna take the food off the ma**a plate While the ma**a watch they efforts and he masturbate Getting off, a sadist hard to satiate Emaciated, make the maître d' bring him another plate Shifting in they seat, talking that earthquake Shake it 'til she drop it like they yelling it's her birthday Go girl, go boy, go get it Ammunition, lock it, load it, drop it Buy it, crack it, pour it, sniff it Courage in a vial for your movement, get into it Cause the whole world wanna see you move it [Hook: Diggs] It's the real hip-hop Where the real get shot How you feel, trick stop f** your feelings That's where k**ers get made Motherf**ers wanna talk but if you ain't saying "thanks" Shut your mouth [Verse 2: TiVO] What it do n***a stop Money talk Words is counted What it buy Who give a f** It's real out here, n***a you should be about it Okay, these are the times, that bird is easy to follow You know the hustler's church, sipping syrup is gospel In the land of the murder, n***a the future is bottled That bottle stuffed with a towel and shot toward a chopper Okay, these are the times, look up, Based God is the truth We turning water to molly and push a tablet to you He say the ten crack commandments could get your mammy to shoot Your change was sunk with Atlantis, who gives a f** what you do How real you gon' make it, you talking b**hes and bottles And popping pills in a booth, we're talking n***as with nothing Who prolly crack at your j**els Motherf**ers go hard with a few shots and a pistol Like 2Pac in juice Why you seem scared now, that real, n***a, that sh** [Hook] [Diggs] That's where eulogies are made Haters popping sh**, but don't wanna show they face Shut your mouth [Verse 3: Chinaka Hodge] Real negra, acrylic feel addictions and sh** Diligent in diction with epenthesis An [?] swivelin' my spine Tremor of my wrist, shrivel up my mind And the bullet give the emphasis to life, the bag is on the dancefloor often It's the gin, the patent, the touch and feel of cotton Shopping for your coffin with your best girl mic'd up Lost in all the popping pills and hoping to get wifed up Blacker than a Kara Walker silhouette Realer than your uncle and his d**h by cigarettes Octoroons hiding from the noon sunrays A block of goons sliding in the smooth gunplay These are the rites, the rituals, the nighttime MOs And the d**h toll implicit in a Soundcloud demo Plastic black pack speaks Rhapsody's mix With a clap-clap a**cheek ratchetry, b**h And that's the real [Hook] [Diggs] That's where history is made Claiming he the real, but can't even feel the ba** Shut your mouth [Verse 4: k** Rogers] Just coldclocked the motherf**er who knock I'm the one who does the knocking A bold Glock in my pocket, it's co*ked Big as a rock and my co*k spit up these comets And fat galaxy b**hes as big as Christopher Wallace Clutch-tied up Felicia, my pitbull, she a beast We called her J Wanted to make a purebred b**h a police And I did it Yeah, f** it, I did it Inspired not, I am ridic No, f** fine, Imma tip it My .45 is my picket line--live, reboot or relive it There ain't no spooking a ghost, dead inside I invented Jesus be walking, but where in holy hopes is he headed I'm from the west with a rodeo still with homies that's dreaded Don't you phonies forget it Pretty boy with a ugly mouth And a mind riding off in a f**ing two-seater speeding in 405 Never minding the meter, chugging a two-liter of wine High as a tweaker, black bu*tons for eyes, looking like Coraline [Hook] [Diggs] That's where bullets get sprayed Wanna jump the gun but don't wanna meet your fate Shut your mouth