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fracture our scanners
While the bankers go gamble
Pacified by the samples
Of frivolous financials
So that only under candles
Can we see that we've been

of thick 
You make the dog ass niggas stare and have them drooling by the lip 
Ready to give up every penny even tho they ain’t gone hit 
Just lead him

they hate it, 
I don’t let my guard down after what done happened in Vegas
I don’t be in the church cuz it might get shot up by racists
Take the law in

a ninnie by its toe.
Wont ever catch me dying slow.
You blink.. and they’ll be adios.
You need more in your platoon if you tryna get me.
My soldiers come

the dog ass niggas stare and have them drooling by the lip 
Ready to give up every penny even tho they ain’t gone hit 
Just lead him on with conversation

grieve of the old me unclean
Pack all my shit for a futur more clever
Ruled by the sun and sound I feel better
Do my shit take my time work on me is my

wheel
Protected by Uriel and wingz of Gabriel 
Black Castro, with a pic in his Afro 
Interpret for the pharaoh but swift as a sparrow 
With skin

by me name to show I'm verified
Strap it, no certificate (yeah), got nicked with it, I'm certified (yeah)

Don't be rappin' 'bout no strap, that

why cndrew in the back

Got to run that shit through scanners

That's why cuzzo get it clapped

Four by two
I'm on parameters

They're fucking in

I keep my police scanner on all night to keep abreast of the neighborhood's bad intentions 
A rainbow of radio waves lights up the monitor

Seasons

Cunninlynguists

Southernunderground

2003

heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!" Jumpin' over radio scanners
It was

Lord's Party

Kid Capri

The Tape

of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage

bid
For the life
Life in the sea, sea, sea
All the lawyers pray to God
Connect me to a scanner
Who's in-charge of the sci-fi nightmare
Tomato 1 callin'

down by your sis
(yeah) ya'll niggas ain't have no chips
Ya'll little niggas don't belong on the 5th
Ya'll can't afford the shit that I sip
250

at the splendor of renewal
Every year they let the springtime pass them by
And I often wonder if pain and rage can make you tan
'Cause, in the heat of the battle,

Turbulence

U-God

Golden Arms Redemption

1999

smog, dialogue, dorm plasma, road
hog it all, hammers 
No matter what, the track's right and exact,it
matters,the scanners listen
System jammer, right

getaway but first I go to sit and wait
Lurking in the shadows on mission to do my hit and shake
Patience always pays so I'm stiffer than a statue
By no

tracksuit is free
printin' the money since 1983 know'z it
touch my wood, but you won't get splinters
i can sort out computer, scanners and printers
I use my

the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

the mind.

Mixing that coke with that arm & that hammer.
Chased by police on them radio scanners.

Living for colors that’s on a bandanna.
And they die for

scanners and presidents
Knowing I'll get this money
By any means it's irrelevant
Know I'll get this paper a felon is in my nature
My mama told me the savior

Late at night tryna vibe with me
If you tryna vibe get high with me
Take a step back you gon call me ski
Now you by my side imma let you see
Vibe

Not to mention them evidence number scanners
Never linked to me or my Ryda affiliates
Bandit time, here and there over hoe shit
But never the big house

none sweet like
Because just when you thought I quit
Shit call me a brand new lick
That I can't stop my rhyme
I refused to get pinched by these crabby