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Featuring Chaudun, Rapper Pooh & Joe Scudda I’m lookin at a nigga right now It’s the look on his face Upset, you don’t wanna know But these darkies are about to go off the street It’s the sun toucher, salivas a live erupture Bicing out psycho cushion My side illuminate the night like Luxor Supreme being, meaning I’m meelo hemen I mean knock and rebock but I stop and pop and leave you bleeding We live from that zone where the real niggas roam Might take a lot of shots oh Henny while creating a new room Little very visionary, legendary already Prisoner where my pen, I need more beats up than my commentary Attempted jailbreak, only if my verses break Recite a couple of more times to make sure the flow is great Then I’m out, grab my hoodie, grab my hat For any news immoments I’m first to gun clap Yea I’m on the dangerous, a rebel rap terrorist My middle finger linger for those who see us parish From LA ghettos to every ghetto in the world The last will be first, stay strong – that’s my word We never stop, that’s the gift that God gave us Voice of Paul Robertson, vision like Ozzie Davis Letras de cancionesThe soler and cabozy for these demons and you haters My knuckle game illinear, rearrange your whole demeaner My hooks is way cold but my kicks is even meaner Body blows, you’re having internal bleeding flowing like Katrina I’m the product of sensual conceder, bonified leader Lines are legendary like the uniform of Derek Geeda Punch lines so ralic, gotta rock a wife beater Bitches eating out the palm of my hand, the bird feeder I don’t ride with the meaner while I’m smoking on Keisha Cuz at the meaner ride me I’ll be poking on Keisha Well known speaker, got me bumping through your speakers I have been the one before Krispa came to teach ya Running the game while you chilling in the bleachers This year tripling the prices of the features The avangarde, wherever my voice reaches It’s stily impregnable, inevitable bleachers You poor rappers are so fesicious But seriously sweeter than them Georgia peaches Kept form the cloth who practice what he preaches Suited up for war, and storming all your beaches Your movement is coming to a hump, tie your screachers Bedtime, you all retired, you weak bitches The world is an oyster, ladies love curls Got the muss burgledeck in case I have a little girl I’m part analytical, learning to think critical Either leave a mark or the people won’t remember you The dream didn’t die with Martin Luther or Malcolm by the hands of they shooters What we lost will retrude us for the revolution All we left was this pollution Contribute to the problem, well let’s talk about solutions Niggas getting lost in my music, starting to think higher for success I aspire Said they wanted dope, I confesses the supplier This the king’s court, I address you as the squire The better that you get, the more these niggas wanna try ya Keep talkin shit, I’mma pass right by ya I ride like James Book or play piano in the inno Release one that charge before starting instrumentals of guilt Right hand in the air, left hand on that book Two fingers in the kitty, damn! It’s all that took They calling me a beast, well grab me by the collar Salty about a verse but hip don’t taller Go ahead and get your buck on Good on any corner, I feel like I wanna park on Hop out, post up with an old timer Back with evangelist, part time movie shiner He keeps you 45 top stay applied Moves left, fools worry about luck I offer this advice when you’re down to pay the price Stake em for every sense, they all have to pay it twice Told em thanks, took tat strolled off Nikita call off, Russians stick to that bottle of George Vicary squares run and get throwed off And the alarm if you’re dozed off Got balling ballzised nuts and not an ounce worth of fuck to be given Your gender is hidden Pay it no attention, they poking at my cage Try and get ammention Don’t get your head bit off I’m a monster Goddamn, can I say something? Something honest We hard than a motherfucker Anyway, it’s your boy – Bishop Lamont Woogie, don’t stop the record yet I want all the emcees out there to go for this So just let the beat rock All my emcees go for yours Off the top, no written Nigga Woogie play that shit Uh baby Uh Uh baby Uh Uh baby Uh Uh baby Uh Uh baby Uh Uh baby Uh Uh baby Uh Uh baby From Letras Mania