Crack the Heavens - Zilla Rocca vs. Mexicans With Guns

from by Zilla Rocca

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lyrics

Instamatic focal point, bringing damage to your borough
We some brothers throwing TV, keep it thoro
Play our little Jaguar with 60 bits, Alomar like how we spit
I'm a private dick, catch you with the powdered prints you bitch
You're a great cadaver, an amazing actor
You're the cook and the client and mistake rapper
Chase the saviors, amazing flavors
Y'all aint got no paper like paid labor
The wrath is coming, so lack assumption
Catch me on the raps slash productions
Hold my chalice, buy low on Palace
These skirts ain't got nothing on the old Idalis
I count you out, then I count you out
This is your halflife, I count it down
Fun and games came and went, buckle down to the pay the rent
Every sixth man ain't built to play the bench, nah
Aaron Mack, Toni K, Ricky P
Strange Cargo shopper when I'm in the Windy C
Then I'm in DC, then indie, see
New 52 shit, I'm in DC
Francesca Franca-V, Lobster Johnson banging heat
Fly talk with slang to speak, speak it
Security was breached, the pistol was jammed
When it comes to devil water I'm a simple man

[Bridge]
Always had a way with chicks, always had a job to do
Always had a buck in hand, never worse a mobster suit

I see y'all, don't wanna be y'all
I got the rest of my life, I'm getting free y'all
It's never peace y'all, so what it be y'all
Put your hands to the sky and crack the C y'all, the ceiling

[Hook]
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
We crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
Crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it

[Bridge]
Always had a way with chicks, always had a job to do
Always had a buck in hand, never worse a mobster suit

We played with Ouida boards in school, it said I'd make the NBA
A point guard for the Vancouver Grizzlies
No shoes from Sicily, spiffy spiffy
Thrifty thrifty, really miss that 9th street Nifty Fifties
Messing with my funds is like Mexicans With Guns
Or a standoff hand off packages and run
Like an Aztec dance for the sun
Blindfold, Ced Ceballos shit classic dunk
I made this for your trunk, not laptop speaker
For bar room brawlers, not backroom bleeders
Catch me in the Hop Sing Laundro
Money changing hands like Rondon
And my papers going Gonzo, here's the convo
I hit the dirty thirty now I want it all pronto
I hit the dirty thirty now I want it all pronto

[Hook]
Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
We crack the heavens, it's time to bring the biz to kids
Crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it, crack it

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from Neo Noir Mixtape, released October 29, 2013

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Zilla Rocca, the bottle breaker, corner store crusher, dime store detective, pulp fiction sage, comic book kingpin, the noir-hop creator.

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