The Hunter - Benny the Butcher, Skyzoo

Okay, Nike Tech silks and Huaraches

Step through on the polly

George Jeffer' with ya bottom, better spoon (?) wasabi

Throwin' (?) like berettas, let 'em shoot like a homi'

Build a cypher in the hall, bet I funeral lobbies

Let’s get into it

Double (?) and double (?)

How I made mine to cut a (?) and let it roll

I’m with the same guys that juggle shells and juggle stoves

Know I (?) lines

I juggle cells and juggle thrones

I’m out the dirt

Swingin' at the Trumps if my Nia’s in it

And still got the line on the pieces hittin

Live out the Stuy

Come outside and seem like what seen is different

Around the corner still got the nina hittin'

Say hi to the C-list celeb who pen for the A-pluses

And work a bedroom like I’m gettin' paid for fuckin'

I’m here, change the discussion

Who want it?

Fuck, what the waitin' for?

Either say the verse or don’t say no more

Fuck with us, ahh

Ayo Zoo, good lookin'

Let’s get these niggas

Yo, so let me discuss, tell me, who really better than us?

My niggas killin' shit like, that ain’t aggressive enough

Y’all shit weak, I kind of feel like they left it to us

Okay cool, I’ll be glad to come and freshen it up

I’m Ol' Dirty in '94, bubble vest and some Chukks

You J.R. Smith in a slump, I’m Russell West' in the clutch

I just tell the fans the truth and y’all be dressin' it up

When they thought we was fallin' off, we was levelin' up, let’s go

Sometimes I feel like the trap kind of curse me

It’s flooded in my raps when I look back in all my verses

The D’s pass by and double back round to search us

'Cause I get birds on the arm like a Matt Ryan jersey

Who ready to play?

I’ll slide broad day in the morning

Spittin' hot shit early like Sway In The Morning

At the West Inn, best friends makin' a porno

Chill and watchin' the Knicks play while I’m waitin' to join 'em

You got a direct connect, that’s major employment

Smokers steal from their children for a taste of this poison

And that’s in every ghetto, ain’t no way to ignore it

We gangstas, we get you clipped without raisin' our voices

Ride dirty, and break laws every day like it’s normal

Strapped up, we wear guns on our waist like it’s formal

And this verse right here, just a page in my journal

And you can’t see the scars 'cause the pain was internal

Growin' up in the hood we see the craziest things

Hustlas and ball players got the craziest game

Never our governments, we use the craziest names

And sons beefin' with they pops like Baby and Wayne

The hunter, uhh