I Call Shots - Radio Edit

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