We Comin' (feat. Yz1 & Skanks the Rap Martyr)
BigBob and Lee Ricks
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Okay it's time to go that means let's load up all the semis When chasin' down this doe believe that this road isn't friendly These hoes don't get a penny from me, although there's plenty And if I ain't got the loot for something yours is good as any My sword been choppin' many in half, the math is simple I symbolize the truth got mad stacks of credentials The only thing they ever said you had might be potential If you wanna try your luck inside the booth then nigga let's go Fresh with no expiry, your whole set they inspire me To rob them for their white and leave the rest like it was ivory Set the mic on fire we today's hellraisers Sharp lyrics slice through my foes and some neighbours! Playas isn't safe inside the field that they playin' in One shot - I'm killin' everybody in the stadium I just tossed a line at these fish - that's called baitin' them And I don't care how big these sharks is I'm filletin' them I seen anger lead to violence, violence lead to sirens Sirens lead to cuffs you leave in cuffs remain silent Stay quiet, calm minds prevail Breath in 5, 4, 3, 2, exhaaaaaale I tried that, meditate n lie back Rise like tide set sail n bless a dime sack Smoke stacks blowin clouds check the forecast Storm brewin' sounds loud recordin' some more tracks Go find my record where the stores at BOM Or find it online any format, GWAN Wit the wind PAL shit be sinkin' in WOW Bring it in I feed the crowd while they listenin' Hip-Hop novelist, sound anthropologist Boombap Sinatra rap man's demolish this I give my all to this, LR be on the honors list An artist to the heart I keep it heated like a sauna is This industry terrorism we terrorizin' the terrible For you to survive against #5 is a miracle Fuk ya record deal we destroy then we build If we don't kill shit we dont eat so we eat what we kill I bin workin' yea it took some years and months but then You got at least admit my friend Hip-Hop got a pulse again Who thought a simple exercise could become my addiction I speak this with conviction you can hear it my diction If you haters really listenin' you wouldn't be on my dick n Steady gossipin' talkin' behind my back like some bitches Me mixed wit Lee Ricks is some gaurenteed sick shit We leave no witnesses so move out the way or you get hit Respect it
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Written by: Justin Middlebrook, Rowan Henry, Terry Amaro
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