I Call Shots

Organized madness! The Young Got struck, haha, young Frank Sinatra I call, I call shots 'round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here Slow down down there, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks 'round here I call, I call, I call shots 'round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here Slow down down there, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks 'round here Psychosomatic, automatic static Catatonic, supersonic, bubonic and I'm at it Astronomical in the Thunderdome center In the depths of the dungeon, danger is dastardly Catastrophes metamorphosize into a pit Tyrannodine cracking the bricks on the wall Camouflage on the side of the line Popping for something up in the garage It's time for World War III, motherfucker You know me, Young Got T, motherfucker I holds the microphone like a grudge In a 'lac, laid back, so back the fuck up This might give you a heart attack It's real simple, can't get more simple than that, than that I call, I call shots 'round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here Slow down down here, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks 'round here I call, I call shots 'round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here Slow down down here, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks 'round here Tactical, acrobatical, automatic Automatically psychosomatic, psychotic Verbally gothic, visually erotic, super like a sonic Vodka and gin and tonic being injected through the veins With double dosage of liquid and I'm Columbian flavored Hot rate, irate, lost millions, stay styling I want about a million or more For y'all fools to come back and get some more You can tell a gangster soon as he come in the door He won't wear Calvin Klein, he won't wear velour He got some Cortez or some Converse on All-Stars, G from the hat to the floor You can miss me, I'm probably chilling up in Mississippi Or Poughkeepsie or Baton Rouge guzzling whiskey I'm a walking franchise and I wanna get paid Get dropped, mocked and stomped like a parade Persuasion, phase three of the invasion I gots to break loose 'cause I'm feeling caged in Loose in the jungle, blaze the botanical garden up Nowadays niggas ain't hard enough To bombard and bogart spots like these Renegade revolutionary infiltrates I bet a thousand to one, you're never gonna make it You're never gonna get it, y'all can't fuck with this Put it together, Odd Squad, 1999, my squad Universal soldiers, I done told you! I call, I call shots 'round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here Slow down down here, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks 'round here I call, I call shots 'round here Tell who to pop and who not to pop 'round here Slow down down here, don't make too much noise You know who runs the blocks 'round here I'm a chart smasher, the youngest gangsta rapper Spectacular, eight packa, money stacka T-shirt cackalacka, verbal predator, fake rap attacker Gotti the jawbreaker, Rocco the back cracker Money makers, we smart like computer hackers I came in this game with plans to get it maxed up My enemies feel the wrath of my rapture No escaping without instantaneous capture Don't be upset when me and the homies jack you 'Cause we straight jacket, if I say it's on, it's cracking Young Thug from Y.A., we make it happen Swear y'all can see me but that's just like seeing Elvis I grab a cricket bat and crack a nigga across the pelvis My rhymes is dangerous, hazardous to health I make a nigga load a twenty-two and aim at his own self Who am I? The incorrigible lyrical miracle It's horrible yet hysterical the way I'll embarrass you See me on the streets, walk by and I just stare at you Tough talk when the deuces flying through the area Test Young Jesse, one less nigga Me and Corrupt share two gats and one vest, nigga We astronomical, phenomenal, magical, mathematical Taking your firstborn as collateral I call, I call shots 'round here