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feat. Snak The Ripper & Def 3
Yall tryna climb and get it
Just âcause Simon said it
I rather fly instead itâs built into my genetics
Iâm always pushing harder, yall really shouldnât bother
Youâre wearing wood and armor, my armorâs good and stronger
Much nicer too, with all sorts of jewels on it
Your whole teamâs corny, yall dogs and fools on it
My whole teamâs awesome, my whole team is gossippin up the sleeve
Anybody tryna feed off em
So take precautions,
Youâre sleepwalkin through a mine field,
Iâm tryna wake you up as a peace offering
They called me tree frog in â02 by your free conscious
20-13, itâs Steve Hawking
Never been afraid of the darkness
Yea, Iâve been a slave to this nonsense
You could probably take these words out of context
And realize Iâm too complex, man Iâm far fetched
Gone, peace, see ya later
But donât come back contact the lunar crater
When the sky go black, fall back
The star vapors so the walls donât crack
If they do I might make a move
Zoom, rap typhoon
We up in the peek, high noon to high noon
Somethingâs gotta live inside of my goons
âCause I feed on the fumes opposes, no fake personas
We keepin it real, donât try and console us
We keep it concealed if you try to control us
We been takin the wheel
And while our minds burn out, find out
We gon heal, baby itâs okay
Sweatshop, Snak The Ripper
Yea, I got it
Guns and roses for you bums and posers
Punching noses son, Iâm dumb ferocious
Acting like you grimy but this oneâs the grossest
Doses of these drugs got you under hypnosis
Look how easily Snaky work the pen
Catch you motherfuckers countin black word from 10
Itâs this earth, donât even know what universe Iâm in
Leave it to the last minute but my verse is in
Dominant mind state, violate the opposition
Offer no escape before exposing our position
Finally skinning house pets, Iâmma rob their mission
From the offer up but ainât nobody wanna listen
Fuck em, this beat is dirty like the toilet at the mall
Donât wanna spoil the surprise but thereâs some soil in the stall
Sippin gasoline and smoking dirty oil in the hall
When it comes to killin toys Iâm loyal to it all
I can smell the fear across the room, itâs clear
A hungry lion on the loose, youâre like a wounded deer
An easy target for the pride, about to disappear
An irregular time is near, for real thatâs like Bieber versus fear, the fuck up outta here
Bout to feel the full so itâs like purpose versus pack of hawkers
And feel the levee or a semi with these rhyming corpses
Death 3, Iâm heavy like a flyin portion
Droppin bombs on you prime so hear me clear through the distortion
Dog fighter writer when we serving you the same hand
A royal flush against your nothing to you cavemen
Out there busy clubbing while Iâm workin on my gameplan
Thatâs why my flow is fire like a lighter to a spray can
Higher than a space man, Iâm on a different planet
While you stranded on some damage, little can but screamin dammit
Tried to step and did a face plan
Landed on your hand prints
The whole city think you shitty, you ainât strong enough to stand yet
- Album:
- Infinite
- The Bill Murray (EP)
- Water Street
- Natural Progression
- Sweatshop Union
- Miscellaneous
- United We Fall
- URBNET - Underground Hip-Hop Volume 8
- Shakedown
- Going the Distance
- Lyrics of Fury III
- Lyrics of Fury 2
- The L Word
- Local 604
- The Collective: Music From the Film
- Battle Axe Warriors III
- Lyrics of Fury II
- Battleaxe Warriors, Vol. 3
- Lyrics of Fury, Vol. 3
- Battleaxe Warriors III