Magnifique 2 - McEnroe, Pip Skid

If UGK’s in the headphones that means I ain’t secure

I’ll be drunk on rap, could make you cry like The Cure

Arms swinging

While I’m walking, shit talking

Slit your belly and tell you to quit gawking

Rocking the free world in front of Captain Nonsense

This ain’t conscious rap, it’s rap with a conscience

I’ve been on the pen since Long Live The Kane

This ain’t dead, the strong still rule the game

You got to gain from one song, pay $ 1.25

You could’ve got two of our discs, seen us play live

For the same price, we keep our game tight and affordable

With real dope breath control, nice and audible

Then chase the beat like a dog off the leash

Like a clean cut guy trying to cop a piece

Papa Pip preach about the ills of the police

So we dump 'em in the trash like a press release

Rest in peace to the rest of this beat

Cause Mcenroe and I, we make an album complete

P&C the elite, despite record sales

And look real good like full record shelves

This rebel yells spread across this Earth turning

People discuss us in different languages, ears burning

Earning respect

Can you imagine how boring the rap scene would be without Peanuts & Corn

Pip Skid c’est magnifique

Mcenroe, il est un banging beat

P&C keeps rolling like the King & I’s jeep

While the rest of the world it will continue to sleep

We be climbing ladder approaching this peak

Leave your broken down like the stade olympique

Had to just speak on a head who just reeks

Played the back for so long, time to wet this beak

Get a piece of your biz like I’m Don Fanucci

Wearing bootleg suits like some fine Versace

Dimes and hoochies think that I’m just goofy

But there’s a line of newbies who can rhyme thanks to me

Ready for prime time now finally

Where to recognize so I can dine for free

Less type stress it’s satisfying to me

As I teach you life lessons in irony

Dreams of hanging around on the French Rivera

All came crashing down on the silliest of errors

Ill for me to bare the brunt of the criticism

You can front but I’m strapped with my cynicism

Insane to view you with anything but disdain

Who knew how many would identify with Pip’s pain

Want to have a sound so a body finds this lane

Didn’t hang around but they left behind a shit stain

I’m on quest like a modern day Tin Tin

Didn’t play your best so we sent you to the sin bin

Know you tried to cheat but your homies got your peaked

So we blast past you geeks like all the