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will tell - dirty lyrics
[intro: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
mr. metaphor: what up, block?
block mccloud: what up, what up?
mr. metaphor: there’s some sheisty cats out there. word up
block mccloud: yeah, they’re definitely out there, son
mr. metaphor: dirty motherfuckers
block mccloud: rolling ‘round in the dirt like snakes
mr. metaphor: you know what i’m saying? and then, and then you roll around with them, you get dirty
block mccloud: you get dirty. but shit rubs off, you know what i’m saying?
mr. metaphor: word
block mccloud: niggas don’t know how to act. know what i mean? they want to do the dirt
mr. metaphor: yo, yo tell ‘em how it is. word up. yo, yo
block mccloud: [?]. god d-mn with how it is. god d-mn
[verse 1: block mccloud]
i knew this ho named “jubilee” who showed and proved that she
could take on two or three
it could be you and me, moe. she’s doing free, yo
we could all run train—she wouldn’t complain
it’s all fun and games to her, the ho who like to be c-nt-strangled
hon trained. she liked to be banged rough in handcuffs
she’ll hang tough. trick can’t get enough d-ck—she lovesick
for this roughneck, pimp jon two times—don jon jon
got a whole slew of concubines. get your shoe shined
on the ferry every day, he wants to rhyme
and battling us been on his mind for the longest time
but i’m stomping on his strongest line
he’s bordering on cornish hen. we warned [as many as we won again?]
[order mortar?] when the tournament begin. we win
he get his neck wrung, get hung like ornaments. he banned
led astray to think he’d get away from block and metaphor
headed your way. no portrayals
for a rail, he’s dead as doornails
[verse 2: mr. metaphor]
i met a man with a broken tooth by a token booth
who only spoke the truth. he put me on to this local youth
and rehab for c-ke abuse. he had a rope or noose
hanging off his roof for me. i pulled the wisdom from my tooth
i needed proof, proceeded to meet the youth by his ground
son got tossed around like dirty clothes in the lost-and-found
i forced him down, hit him with a palm
left him shook like a pompom
smoking on the traum, ton with one arm
tried to be my pawn. seen this kid jon
scheming on my cheese parmesan
the alarm is on—jon was a dishonest man
over there by the garbage can. the cat with the farmer’s tan
he gonna fake a move and get sent to the promised land
i ran/iran like contraband, stomped a man, tied his arms and hands
left him blindfolded, split a dutch and smoked it, ashed it
laughed at jon, took his mic check and cashed it
[hook: block mccloud and mr. metaphor] (x4)
i stand sturdy. my mind stay alert
if you play with dirt, you get dirt
[verse 3: mr. metaphor]
this pal of mine from palestine
put me on like calamine about this snake cat named “valentine”
i charged up like an alkaline battery
called up the academy, rounded up my cavalry
let the battle begin—no time to waste
lead in a vase. blood is cased to redden her face
he fled the place. son caught lead in his waist, blood
shed in his trace. dead in a case
wendell, my man from puerto rico, told my people
“some heads are scheming on my home like repo”
this cat rich, the cheapo cheapskate that my peeps hate
always puffing l’s, drinking booze, and can’t keep straight
he gonna deflate. he gonna fall into a deep state of shock
i’ma strike him like a clock at 12-noon
the william tell tomb production, brooklyn ac’ abduction
taking you out like liposuction
[verse 4: block mccloud]
i knew this sheisty dude lancelot who ran a spot
down the block. by the abandoned lot, my man scott was shotten
now lancelot tried to gas me every chance he got
he got plans, he plotting. hands is hot and
clearly tried to sham me. sold me a hand-me-down three pound
he bounced and can’t be found, tried to leave town
thought i [?], but i caught him on a rebound. now he’s renowned
i squeezed three rounds in the hurt
now he’s deep down in dirt
[hook: block mccloud and mr. metaphor] (x4)
i stand sturdy. my mind stay alert
if you play with dirt, you get dirt
[outro: block mccloud and mr. metaphor]
mr. metaphor: you get dirt
block mccloud: dirty
mr. metaphor: filthy
block mccloud: dirty and guilty. [?]. block mccloud, word a’ mouth
mr. metaphor: word a’ mouth
block mccloud: move universe
mr. metaphor: ah. headed in your direction
block mccloud: in your direction
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