The Creators - The Hard Margin [Street Version]Lyrics

See, now y'all cats think I'm playing ha ha ? can't see yo, see yo, see you too It's not easy, it's not easy to see all you ha ha See good, you know? If you can shop, you know ? Hotter than the summer at Kajasa Where Francis Coppola and Dennis Hopper burned down the Don Store Opera Hijack ya sponsor Some surrender greens, yet we remain unconquered The Black Star galactical, contemporary, classical, magical Mr. Tim's other hand slappin' you Tread the narrow passage through the regulator habitats Place where ain't no crackers at Place where all the crackas at, outer city limits Hotter than the Red Light District Dealin' rap flows, strictly cash flow business Stakes is high like astrophysics Play with mine, you'll have no winnings Let these mother scratchers know from go ginnin' They better move slow like old women We want the whole cake, whole milk and no skimmin' Hand crafted flows wove in silk or linen Word is war/wore like denim, we textile blendin' Topper say top spinnin Transcribe the document, prominent on all continents Black Star congregates and dominates Burn through your armor plates Pipin' hot and we not from concentrate Make the mass mob the market place Cause we rock the black market tapes Hard margin (hard margin) ha ha ha ha, these cats is funny man Think it a big joke? They make a lotta presumptions based on some nonsense Yeah mon', ya don't know me Ya don't know me, think you know me, ya don't know me Ya vision not sharp Ya vision can't see the light proper, ya see? Movin' the crowd like cattle from here to Picadilly Circus Try to battle us, it's clearly silly and worthless You really can't hurt us and it's ridiculous to try So stick us with us unless you wanna die and not know why Yo we spray you with ambition like an inner drive by Feel the pain of my rain when I snatch the sun out your sky Thinkin' you fly, signin' contracts with the devil, bust guys iller We flatten your town like Godzilla Whether guilt is a skrilla, Franks or banks, five pence or ten cents Whatever the currency we currently intense like great sex You make bets before you gamble your life away On mics I break up vets like fights Crumble up rookies like cookies Lest y'all can deal with them bookies Aw sooky sooky, now looky looky here Yo you softer than pink cashmere Just catchin' up with rhymes that I fuckin' dropped last year I flow clear like Evian, tap on that ass like Savion My style's way beyond the average rhyme savage The shit that they be on, it ain't doin' no damage If lyrical skills is food then them niggas is famished They can't manage so their shit is poorly represented Necessity's the mother of everything that's embedded I came up with the style to see right through your smile My rhyme is true and leave you kinda blue like Miles Pick my gun up and run up on you just like the river Nile Bringin' life to the mic like midwives deliver child Now the stakes is high so I'm a take you there That beef will get you all bloody cause your steaks is rare The hard margin Why you startin' Your life get finished Corny cats, no experience, green like spinach Lookin' diminished and malnourished Me and Mos flourish The illest shit ever dropped by American tourists Hard margin What if I drop the hard bargain? We the reason why Cipher start sparkin' Curse on your whole dance squadron Black Star shine and never darken ? enlarging, hard margin, hard margin So what if I rise and start sparkin' From never foolin' lofty ass gardens Rock your whole head, code red like margarine Black Star shine, we never darken *echo* Hard margin