Music is my weapon
Metaphors my henchman
Similes gonna dead dem
War like Agamemnon
Buck shot in syllables
Lyrical career criminals
Nothing we do is minimal
Verb felony individuals
Be tripping three like dice
You might not see tonight
I slice dice me write nice
Knife fight for the right price
Winning like 4-5-6
Illest wit da hock tew spit
Givin you the Ginsu tip
Money we does this shit
(Yo yo) Proetical phrases
Penciled upon pages
Innately adapting
And always amazing
The haiku is hard hitting
The pen be spitting venom
We cham with a meleon
The way we be switching it up
Way we be mixing it up
Fruity drinks in the club
Get rid of the Young Bucks
Like one dime and two dubs (50)
Shaking em up not stirred
Hard liquor hitting yes sir
Cats stumble off curbs
Inebriated off the words
CHORUS
DaFu wonder twins
Back and forth out and in
Bringing keys to everything
We be screaming Locksmiths
Raised in Dirty Jersey
But we born in Brooklyn
Mercee McChedda da third
Filthy McDugal bitch
VERSE 2
Used to be a gambler
Fast cash had me floating
A full house is a boat
In the game of poker
Pair of Michelle Tanners
Grew up to be moguls
Twin raise em with grammar
And I'll fold em with vocals
Heavy was I the drinker
That Hennessy had me goin
Three pints in a night
Didn't sip I was gulpin
Waking up in the morning
What I did not knowin
Now I black out on the track
A hundred proof I be flowin
Yo I'm more a smoker
Break em down roll em up
And no matter how much I'm drinking
Still no throwing up
Just holding it down
Kings County give us our crowns
Quincy Street on my back
Bed Stuy is the starting ground
(Come on) How bout you bow out now
Sound too proud you won't be found
Better tap out clown
Before they searchin wit bloodhounds
Mercee got his black belts
And I carry black guns
Filthy got rounds
I'll round house you son
CHORUS
DaFu wonder twins
Back and forth out and in
Bringing keys to everything
We be screaming Locksmiths
Raised in Dirty Jersey
But we born in Brooklyn
Mercee McChedda da third
Filthy McDugal bitch
VERSE 3
Ay yo word (say word) word
Be murking these verses
Absurd wit a purpose
Like working da circus
Ay yo word (say word) word
We moving like cursive
Absolute with the focus
Prescribing ya daily doses
Ay yo word (say word) word
Nerd under the Surface
Yearning not to burst
Into such a cursed person
Ay yo word (say word) word
No trickle we in surges
Our river banks be burstin
Trying not to curse men
Ay yo word (say word) word
Too legit to quit it
Too strong so forget it
It’s getting ridiculous
Ay yo word (say word) word
On top like a fitted
Till ya bill get splitted
A buck 50 is the digit
Ay yo word (say word) word
It can get indignant
Back and forth type spittin
Said it cause we meant it
Ay you word (say word) word
The brothers just twined it
Split it up and killed it
And that’s how we skilled it
CHORUS
DaFu wonder twins
Back and forth out and in
Bringing keys to everything
We be screaming Locksmiths
Raised in Dirty Jersey
But we born in Brooklyn
Mercee McChedda da third
Filthy McDugal bitch
supported by 5 fans who also own “Say Word ft. Mercee McChedda III”
yo I always knew king mag was nice but yo this collab wit tone spliff is a match made in heaven . there is so much chemistry between the two ,the results are magic . I have never bought music from either of these two artists seperatly but together they make something unique and special . on the few teaser tracks all the production is top notch and perfectly matches the Kings flow and style . and there is a serious focus on hooks which is uncommon for the throwback underground shit cant wait10/23 addicted-2-booombap