S.O.C. (feat. Big Fraze)

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Strictly Observations Crew

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Strictly Observations crew, Strictly Obser-Strictly Observations crew
Strictly Observations crew, Strictly Obser-Strictly Observations crew
Cookin' on the spot nigga, what we do, who we be, yeah it's we
Strictly Observations crew, thought you knew, notice served , certified
Super black, never lied, Fraze dropped the beat, so the pressure done been applied
Took a ride back in time, strictly still in they prime
Catch us in the Krankuary, shawty, we ain't hard to find
We got that Hot shit, that dopeness, that magic, hokus, pocus
I must be presidential cause I got a thing for flotus
But know this, we putting wack rappers on notice
Cause we some of the coldest, some may say the oldest
From Atlanta, Augusta, Savannah, Georgia on my brain
My name ain't Tony Tony, naw don't call me Dwayne
I was first in the booth and I done set this bitch to flame
Strictly Observations crew, Strictly Obser-Strictly Observations crew
Fraze preciate you for the beat man
Strictly Observations crew, Strictly Obser-Strictly Observations crew
I walked in the studio and Fraze commented on my A-hat
We chopped it up and he asked, how fast we can write A-rap
Simple as pullin' out a pad and a pencil
So I Dipped into my bag and checked out my mentals
Cause he said over and over the lyrics are more like some movies
He said the music should get him high like some doobies
And says y'all the ones that feed their babies like some boobies
Givin' a full meal, not some snacks, they ain't Scooby
Lord use me to my full capability
I'm thankful that inside you put the innate ability
To grab a mic and rock a crowd, hear a beat and lock it down
Be myself, locks are crown get the open three and lock it down
Like the towers in the north, levees in the south
My tongue weighs a ton, words heavy out my mouth
They rollin' out like boulders, standin' on these lines like soldiers
Then they hit the streets and grind like they molars
It's D-Lord and I'll catch you in the solars
Strictly observation Crew
Strictly observation crew
Strictly observation crew
Strictly observation crew
This Strictly nigga ain't it obvious
I'm still in my prime, this my optimus
Y'all niggas make up shit, cosmetologists
But y'all niggas still pussy gynecologists
Yeah, it's plaques on the wall
Far from the days with the crack in my drawers
Evil genius niggas see the crack in my flaws
Nah, I ain't thirsty, sippin' through a crazy straw
I spaz on the keyboard, you can ask D-Lord
But Fraze don't ride wave from the seashore
Don't make me Frankenstein into Igor
You'd rather make the beat and just record
Cause if I touch the mic, I'm a retard
F*ck havin' a kilo, nigga like Nilo
Stitch me up a plan to escape the Matrix like Neo
Strictly observation, crew
Strictly observation crew
Strictly observation crew

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