The Chopper
Statik Selektah feat. Jon Connor & Ransom Lyrics

I got a vendetta, who make hits? My hands better
I have a grudge and a skill set that surpasses most in the industry

The flow is money like I wet up the bank teller
My rap style is lucrative, like a bank robbery

The tattle tellers tell us we lock it, that's being modest
People gossip about our success, but we're actually doing even better than they realize

Cause I'm a motherfucker, your momma is in the bondage
I'm a badass, your mother is metaphorically enslaved by my power

I promise I bomb it, drunk with powerless Gin and Tonic
I'll destroy the competition, even while under the influence

Where I'm from niggas'll have you singing like Harry Connick
Growing up in my neighborhood, snitching is not tolerated, and you'll pay the price if you do

So fake thug shit and that drug shit, homie, stop it
Phony gangster behavior and drug use are not cool; cut it out, friend

I'm from where niggas get popped and hold that dope in the sockets
I'm from a place where people get shot and stash drugs in hidden places

This real shit we deal with and ignorance
We're dealing with the harsh realities of life, and ignorance is not a solution

There is an illness no pill could heal, nigga feel this
There are some problems that can't be fixed with medication; feel the struggle

What can you tell us? We se death up out the window
We're surrounded by death and violence; what advice can you offer in this situation?

Our friends go just as fast as the wind blows
People we know die suddenly and without warning

We wishing we could be as happy as the Winslows
We wish we could have simple, happy lives like the family on the TV show Family Matters

The pain of my kinfolks and every pen stroke
The struggles of my family and community inspire my writing

Fly, fly, fly, fly city
A reference to the tough, gritty nature of the city

And I'mma hold it down til God come and get me
I'll keep hustling and surviving until my dying day

Look, this for the people who think it's easy enough
This track is for those who underestimate the struggle and effort it takes to succeed

They say pound the pavement, shit, we beating it up
Despite the obstacles, we're pushing forward and making progress

Get rock for bread cause niggas ain't eating enough
Money is hard to come by, so we'll do what we have to in order to survive

In the club deep as the fuck every weekend heating it up
We party hard on the weekends to forget about our problems for a little while

I could tell you what the news like
I can give you a firsthand account of the harsh realities of our community

Niggas you knew on the tube the past two nights
People we knew have recently been in the news for negative reasons

Here there ain't no such thing as do right, just move right
Doing what's morally right isn't always an option; we just have to keep moving forward

Cause half the niggas in the hood got two strikes
Many people in our community are one mistake away from getting locked up for good

Play your position, overpopulated with liquor stores
Know your place and stay out of trouble, even though there's temptation everywhere

The liquor pours to a drunk mind that think ''what am I living for?''
People drink to numb the pain and existential questions that come with living in our situation

You drowning by the conditions that we are surrounded by
Our environment is so oppressive that it's hard to thrive

The shit that we hate is the shit that we bounded by
We're stuck with the things we hate because of our circumstances

See truth is when somebody stop breathing
Real truth comes when someone dies

Not the shit rappers do, I mean really, somebody leave it
I'm not talking about rap bravado; I mean when someone actually dies

My neighborhood it be safer to pack a vest
My community is so dangerous that it's wise to wear a bulletproof vest

Unless you think your momma look good in that black dress
If you don't care about leaving your loved ones with grief, then don't wear a vest

Lyrically I cause a holocaust when bottles toss, it's Molotovs
My bars are explosive and destructive, like Molotov cocktails

Mob hits, niggas is screaming ''he shot the boss''
I cause chaos and drama with my words

While I'm drunk as hell laughing, stumbling out the court
I have a good time even when I'm under the influence and potentially in trouble

They dumping them by the park, that's something I'm not involved
People are getting killed, but I have nothing to do with it

The sweet sounds of the street serenade for lack of a better phrase
Street music is the soundtrack of our lives, for lack of a better way to describe it

It's sour so we're asking for better days
Life is often hard and bitter, so we hope for brighter futures

The power of the black that was led astray
The black community has been historically oppressed and misled

Blasting the lead away, cemetaries packing the dead away
Gun violence is rampant and causes many deaths, leading to overcrowded graveyards

The mind of a lost soldier before closure
I'm like a warrior who has accepted their fate and is ready to face death

My poor shoulders carry the weight of four boulders
I have a heavy burden to bear, like carrying four large rocks on my shoulders

Life's kinda rocky like Sly before Cobra
Life is tough and unpredictable, like the character Sly in the movie Cobra

So call Oprah, take a piss on that whore's sofa
Talking to Oprah Winfrey wouldn't solve our problems, so we don't care

Everybody's balling, but Ran won't cross over
Everyone else may be successful, but I won't sacrifice my integrity to join them

The more money, the more snakes, the more vultures
The more success you have, the more people will try to exploit or harm you

They talk funny, they all fakes, I'm all focused
Other people may be fake or insincere, but I stay true to myself

My prognosis is high doses, hitting them up like Pac wrote this
I'm taking high doses of energy and aggression, like the late rapper Tupac Shakur

These cockroaches scurry around when the lights off
People act fake or cowardly when they think nobody's watching

I give 'em a thriller as soon as the mic's on
I perform with skill and energy as soon as the music starts

Tyson, [?] tattoos cover his pythons
I'm like boxer Mike Tyson, with heavily-tattooed biceps

Icon, a seat on the throne, that's what's my sight's on
I want to be an icon and have ultimate power and influence

Controlling the heat, they say I'm like 'Bron
I have control over the situation, like basketball player LeBron James

But I ignite bombs, verbal abortion, serving 'em portions
I'm explosive with my bars and take down my opponents with precision

Of death, ain't no rest in peace sleep, turn in your coffin
Death is always around us and there's no true rest, even in the grave

And I was turned to an orphan, I don't pay a preacher
I'm an orphan and don't need a religious leader's guidance

Fuck religion, I go into your church and burn up the offerings
I'm against organized religion and would disrespect it by burning donations

Motherfuckers, so what you offering?
What do you have to offer me or my crew?

I only talk money, my nigga, so what you talking?
I only care about financial gain; what are you saying otherwise?

See one time so I hold my gun
I'm cautious and ready to defend myself when the police show up

A drunk mind speaks a sober tongue so you supposed to run
Even when drunk, a person's true thoughts and feelings come out, so you should run from danger

Exerminator with a hard drive of
I'm like an exterminator, getting rid of pests like my enemies

Plans to save the game, but never return the data
I have strategies to succeed, but I won't share them with others

I'm gone
I'm out of here, farewell