Incredible
Krumbsnatcha, Gang Starr
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[Hook: DJ Premier cuts & scratches] "I guess my time is here" "Suppress my fear I'm ready" "Boston, state of mind stay sick" "Live rounds, five pounds of heat" "Incredible" "I guess my time is here" "Suppress my fear I'm ready" -> Krumb "I like to let my rhymes flow" -> PMD "Ain't no doubt about it" -> Keith Murray "Understand this?" "Word up" [Guru] You pussy niggaz, we incredible And don't push us, to put led in you We 'bout to be them niggaz on top, instead of you The Beantown beatdown, unbelievable, see now Push ya dough up, we want more than some G's now Watch us comin up in the fast lane, Henney'd up Never worry 'bout beef, fire arms already tucked What the f*ck, niggaz been about to the Don And give it up to Krumb, I live it up for my son And you industry niggaz, you really lost it First you slept on Boston, then you kept on flossin Shouldn't do that, around us hungry niggaz 'Cause we the chosen godly warriors, tuffer than rugby niggaz Live lovely niggaz Although the time's is harsh, all my soldiers now it's time to march All you punks, huh, you better find a heart [Hook] [Krumb Snatcha] A child with a destiny, ain't no testin me Mental menu, send you a recipe Chef like Rae how I bake a track Give the streets mo' yeast until the cake is back Stack to my own bakery, why niggaz hatin me Can't see this fake industry makin me Anti-flossin, poppin at the bar This is ashy-ass knuckles and razors in the jar Far from the norm, so they say son strange Temper so short, turn ya face to a gun range Switch it up, nice chain, lift it up Too much talk about juice, is why'all bitch or what Like vanity, shine with your rims and ice Until a hooded figure come through to dim ya lights Timbs and mics, all a nigga need Just to proceed, to make another rapper bleed, indeed [Hook] [Guru] Sleep? Nah I wouldn't do that on no one Creep? That's what I like to do like a Shogun Load one, buck it, cold one as f*ck it Colt two, loads of power you but let's not discuss it Babylon got us holdin on the tephlon We deaded some but we gon' spit, 'til all the rest gone Respect to your hood, I know the O.G.'s there Yo I dare when we fear none, play low-key here [Krumb Snatcha] Yo, me and the God expose frauds frontin hard The type want to fight get jumped in the yard Any odds oppose, get the deadliest blows In the form of these toxic flows Pumpin the glock, send shots through your clothes Incredible game how we knock why'all hoes Stop all foes, deadin their tracks And since niggaz got mouth, give head to this gat, for real [Hook]
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Written by: TERRELL MACKEY, SARAH JOHNSON, MICHAH WILLIAMS, MAURICE FOREMAN, KARRIEM HASSAN MACK, OBIAJULU NTUKOGU
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