Carry It (Barker Travis)

My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Ton, son, carry it, ton, son, carry it Check his vital signs, strike his vital nerve Threw a viral curve, the rhyme tempest Like lightning bolts being thrown down from Mt. Olympus Beat on your head like a Travis Barker cymbal, crash I splash beyond measurements I tour you back to a cast, arrest your development Overthrow your whole settlement, this is beat embellishment Burn the house, the one Hansel and Gretel went Unorthodox fly rhyming fox Wu Killa Bee appear on your body like the pox Keep rivalries like Yankees and the Red Sox I’d rather see it in the ballpark, then see it on the block, nigga My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott Sword in my hand, watch me parry it The weight of the truth, can any man carry it? Feel the wrath of a soldier when his wings is up We like the air force, generals with guns when rainy up Take it from leers, the stadium, the fans, the beers Titty shots from the bitches in the stands, we clear But we pop guns, live so wild, it’s like banging a guitar On your face, all jacked in your mouth See the medals that I wear is honor, from the hood to Bahamas Back to Ghana, New York and Compton All my peoples get wilder than a mosh pit Roll even bigger, this is getting me riled Tattoos, I’m a destiny child, I’m a floss I’m a real muthafucka, stop stressing me out Cause I play hard, go hard, smoke bongs, this is the most strong Collaboration, me, Trav and Ra Old engines, we gon’ respect ‘em, drop joints and perfect ‘em Chef is the Jon Bon and Led Zeppelin This is deadly dark dangerous, Wu-Tang slanderous Mosh pit bashing, watch ‘em all bang to this Energy, energy, energy, energy Buzz Lightyear, boy, from here to infinity Two guns on my side like Yosemite You sick of that weak bullshit, here’s the remedy Jack Daniel Tennessee, mixed with the Hennessy Turn into a Chuck D, boy, Public Enemy Or Flavor Flav, Johnny Depp, Wild Tennessee Poetical Emily Dickerson with the similes Metaphor whore, I puzzle like the jigsaw You strip like the weak more, I be the sycamore My uzi weigh a ton, son, carry it Chocolate bunny on the run, catching Marriott Sword in my hand, watch me bust and parry it The weight of the truth, can any man carry it?