[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
I always been athletic, some people say this rap is a sport
Walk them cleats on this field, drag your ass on this court
You enrolled in Sunday School, you can slack if you want
See some artist request love, I just blacken my thoughts
It's rooted in me, do you grizzly with the back of my paws
That's just a bear-handed smack, can you imagine my claws?
Rip and gristle you, need a million feet of tissue and gauze
To absorb puddles, I pluck you, reposition your jaw
Stomp your favorite rapper's head, his brain spill on the floor
That's bootleggin', see his album 'fore it get to the stores
Give you this whole magazine, until you sick with the lord
You know the vibes, XXL shells hittin' the source
Street showers, clear the block like it's street sweep hours
Then spin the block and sweep again, I'm a neat freak, coward
Run out of all 9 lives when you meet me YAOWA
I'm with all that Riff Raff, I'm like Heathcliff partner
My words worth, no amount of money, shit is priceless
My mic it's divine drip, every time spit leaves my lips
And fine tits wave to the windscreen, like glass in front of a pilot
In the sky with unlimited flight mileage
[Verse 2: KXNG Crooked]
The pendant is white diamonds
I'm just chillin' on my infinite villain shit
Like pirates and I'm sicker than Mike Meyers
I got, 20 years in the game, I seen the whole thang
Young n***as tradin' their publishin' for a gold chain
Execs never act alone, take turns butt-fucking their artist with a saxophone
Damn that's a cold train
This black minority never will I lack authority
My hammer sorcery got me wondering how packed the morgue'll be
Better act accordingly, yeah this cats gory
I rap horror, 'cause y'all categorically rapping horribly
I know the game fake but I ain't trying to lose a scrimmage
You couldn't picture me losing if using Google Image
Look what they do for spinach
Baby gave me head, swallowed my future menace
Like it was Nutrigenix, maybe this dude's the realest
In this music business, Ruger chilling keep the stick on me
You could get the drop on me and still won't get the drip on me
I hold the stick high like I'm conducting a symphony
Get your posse cut like the juice crew If you mention me
Got my trench coat on flashing a Swiss Rollie
Dropped 81 points on that joint, never forget Kobe
380 toy, that baby boy'll clip Jodie
Smoking a Frank-White Cuban, n***a that big stogie
Leave me alone or get your cap twisted
It's the Housing Authority Rap District our bars are black listed
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real

[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
It's like glasses with prescription mixed with Patek's from the district
Time to focus like I crushed a hundred Adderalls and sniffed it
Pick any rapper you fathom, simply add him to a wish list
I rap circles around him like a basketball for Christmas

[Verse 4: KXNG Crooked]
We damage your rap persona, come rap with the anacondas
Giving n***as hooks like Apollo sampling Cappadonna
Picture Crook getting swallowed in back of the cab with 'Donna
See the bitch in you, that's what your and you bitch have in common, nah
N***as can't tell me shit, make you blow your own brains out with that extend-o clip
Call the shit a Selfie-Stick
I never fled, I fight, over your head, I -
Go for the bread, I -
Wrote your murder but I never said I write

[Verse 5: Joell Ortiz]
Who wanna bet I turn Jedi Knight and wave lights
Day and night like a red eye flight
Lay your princess in the sky like she Luke' partner
One hand solo out the window, here's something for you to Chewbacca
[Chorus: Cappadonna]
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real
Instead of catchin' bodies
N***as not keepin' it real