Lyrics:
(Foundation)
Queensbridge Crew, forty busters, shorty busters
Vernon Posse, Good Fellas, you know how that go
My man Ill Will rest in peace forever, God
blatantly blasphemous
Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator
The faster intimidator
Receiving the judge's
economics
*SQUAD*
Group of men, women
Unified force
Squadron
Movin like one in unison
Beg your pardon
What they call me
A hundred on a Harley
Out
shame
Another thug nigga killed in the dope game
Young black men dropping like flies
I seen the tears running down
His baby momma's eyes
An epidemic that
like many straight trees don't even mix Coke with the Henney
Flow with so many styles ladies open all night like Denys
24 hours party people soakin' in
in
Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game
Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed
Black man, black hooded, moving through
to Tamale
Bantama to Walewale
Dancing in a Batakari to the beat
In the mix like Master Garzy
Dreaded like some Rastafari
I be the rap Akata Pore
Wey I chock
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
laugh man
Probably do me like will smith on the internet
Jokes back to back
Truth be told I can’t handle that
Cali dreams
damn near living that
the honey's
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa!
Every thing full circle, Game livin' major
Girls on my hip like
Y'all know that was the first black man in the White House
of patronization
That's the corner stone everything racism based in
The Africans had a more advanced civilization
Black was slave, master was white,
Serpico's dying, a herd to a lion
I'm vertical flying
A perp to a siren
Assertive and silent
A lit wick
In the mix like Bisquick
Ride me like a body board
wanted was 100 thou
But all you ever did was, slow me the fuck down, i came in like the
Master of multiverse bitch I'm card cracking
Punched me a phone
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonyms, fall back
Been in it before Internet had new hacks
My innocence limited,
black and white we call it a coulee in Lafayette Lafayette
Felt like I lost my mind one day and slept on the coulee yea
And the water was running right by
around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money in the back and relax with all the honeys
DJ bring it back, let it go
Mix it in with Black Rob, make 'em say whoa!
Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust"
Cross-examined by a master manipulator
The faster intimidator receiving
The judge's favor
Deceiving sabers doing
the end
(Who lives who dies who tells your story?)
Yo, the anticipation arose as time froze
The black men in the morgue were John Does
Lynched for
pushin out light babies
The slave masters with the devil in their eye
Saw nothin but a nigga when you walked by
But you the mother of creation
Let's
0106 (Skrrr)
Volume 5, The Cypher
1 man Thousand
I'm getting used to this
Kw3mo,
My name be phyl4lyph amazing rapper
Been raising bars ablazed in
signin
They look puzzled when I shuffle, most of 'em stunned by the hustle
Recourse of bluff game's your muscle
I'm back in the game now, copped me
because
Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs
[Verse One: True Master]
Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact
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