Lyrics:
the God bars
I meant to say gold but I took the L out
Your rap sheet look like Tetris
You got too many shapes now
Here's your third 90 degree angle
You're
SHRAP!
commissioner Gordon rock on
Tony Touch why'all rock on
Kid Capri yeah rock on
DJ Kenny Coffin yo rock on
[Verse 1:]
In 199-sess, KRS is in
languorous
Caution we proclaim until brain's off like Sagittarius
Shield. Yield to the eye mescaline killer veals
Stonegates marching moodily until plural
slobbing me
Yeah
I cant tell you real smart by the way you give brains got a college degree
Head of your class cum laude
Ima teach you when I get on your
leads to your demise
In a pit no surprise
All just end the same fuck your lies
Battled this monster inside all my life
By no one but my words I'ma stick
Them fairy tales you tell in your rounds
Will have a shell in the pound
Split your melon to the white
Meat with no melanin found
I could push your
and rock, and rock
The humm the humm and knock and knock
You out the atmosphere
This rap here something that I felt in the moment
Of truth, opponents in
That's why my brain is out of order
Because it takes just a quarter to manslaughter your little daughter
And do a driveby, fuck that, I walk by and I
on lockdown and those on the run
No matter what you do money
Stack your guns and ones
Ay yo, peep the stamina
Of the main brain splatterer
In a matter
{Now is the time.. to stretch your brain to it's maximum}
[Pharoahe Monch]
I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am
The paradox I
gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
like a cyclist
They can't battle with us, we're like vikings
Freestyle straight off the brain with no writing
When I get off the plane, I'm still
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back
in your car
Now piss me off brains turn to sauce
Grenades to lift up his car man
In my bag bro
Hard body east coast shit
Ego is just debo big
Your man
to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know
to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know
not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the backstreets?
You'll
to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know
not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll
not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll
to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know
you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there's always mo', ow
Master's degree, triple beam operator
Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue
God sent me here to diss you
Take a nap, you vatos are wack
You couldn't feel me
Master's degree, triple beam operator
Surrounded by gangsters, Mexican issue
God sent me here to diss you
Take a nap, you vatos are wack
You couldn't feel me
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