Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist 1985 Lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs & Bernie Mac]
My brother said, "Don't say that"
I said, "f*ck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway!
It don't make no goddamn difference."
f*ck that, I'm not goin' to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the f*ck?"
(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherf*cker
Take the garbage out
Yeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah
Yeah-yeah
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah, check-check
Yeah, mic check-check
Yeah, nigga, check-check
Yeah, bitch, check-check
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
Shit'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Put them F'in Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And f*ck his bitches with my out-of-town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
Drop the check on the bitch
Man, these niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I f*ck up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherf*ckin' family can't view your body Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in this shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, push your product
You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assata, so f*ck the police
As a nigga be chillin' in the hotbox (Hoppin' out the box)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'
Gangland, made a lane in it
Dip my name in it, it's some gang murder
All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them contenders off (Them contenders off)
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when HOV speak
I make a song weep, I got the game hurt

[Outro: Freddie Gibbs & Bernie Mac]
Bitch, yeah-yeah
Flow God level, like when HOV speak
I make a song weep, I got the game hurt
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, check-check
Check-check
Mic check-check
Check-check
Niggas need a check-check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah