Lyrics:
gon' do
I'ma pop off with the crew
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma drop that heat too
So, what you gon' do
I'ma make everyone who doubt, me doubt
brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin`
tried to run they pulled a shotgun I just saw flash
Fought with all my might
2 Shots ended my life
You damn well I ain't go out without a fight
But let me
each other self appointed
We need a reunion
Shit i prolly need to take some communion
Got so many demons now I ain’t got no room for no crew men
Gotta
laws
[steele]
News flash, for all ya bitch niggas who bruise fast
I twist pack ya sensitive ass, 'cause you won't last in the arena
Caught between
belt
You a simple minded creature, playin in the rain
Or a Mediocre wrestler strugglin to entertain
Ignorance is bliss, live by the code name
Shoot
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
I'm an Angel in dust
Dirt on me stained from the mud
But I turned that clay into grub
Serve plates to the munch's
I can feed a banquet with just
Two
every room of the house
Yeah, they were 16 by 32 by 3/8" gypsum panels
And they were nailed to the 2x4's with 16" centers, say what
Let me tell you
against the machine
I'ma need a team
I'm two and a half men myself
Like Charlie Sheen
This industry's sick, Dax is the vaccine
Top five in this bitch
the illest MCs
F being cool, when I pass by you feelin' the breeze
I'm hotter than hell, my mission is to burn and attack you
You want it with Swel? Oh well, I
no
Lame ass niggas no more
Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
Am I my brother's keeper?
Theres no need to ask, I'm the creeper
Million dollar
affi dead a mi nuh give a hoot
Bury Dem and plant a tree Pon top
Tun Dem Ina root
Drum a carry 100
So mi page Dem bout 2:50
By 3 o clock mi shell di
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue)
Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray
The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT)
Wit my niggas Redman
die on it
Two two three shells rockin' in his head while he live streaming
The news out, cameras, crews out, somebody died here
I don't know why
Brooklyn! New York City
Cin-ci-natti! Keep on!
Talib Kweli-Verse 2:
We remain, hotter than the blue part of the flame
I got a glock in my brain
that
me back
But somehow we still ain't talking (talk)
That been hurting me often
Shortie gon' move
I'm with the crew
Prolly gon' hit it by two, yuh
I beat
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
post
It's Just a flash in a tiny attention span
Music is chewed up like fast food and spewed out
Like I'm new with a menu plan
I can't hear shit
[intro - peaches]
Hey playas, this is peaches
And we comin' up on the new millennium, year 2k
And I'mma give you 3 points to keep you in the game
por en muerto
I live again, {?} nuevo
Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos
Espe sueno my dream, true desperado
Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano
on a track while I run slow
Two top tens a gold disc aint bad for a kid from the blown bits
Or you might get stabbed in the boat quick
By familiar flows
in the booth
Fuck this beat up im so smooth
Got these niggas on the news
Pour that lean up like im Juice
I be cruising with the crew
I be balling with
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