Lyrics:
Somebody alert the authorities, I got criminal intent
Conspiracy to engage in lewd and indecent acts and events
I'm a wind it, grind it, oh my, I'm
Yeah
I am not a pattern to be followed
The pill that I'm on
Is a tough one to swallow
I'm not a criminal
Not a role model
Not a born leader
called
Habitual criminal
So insted of goin' under
He snitched on his whole posse
Maxed at the crib
And sipped Martini and Rossi
Sold out his whole crew
the same, all these criminals paid
Wearing Bally's and gold, I'm selling dope shameless to say
And maybe one day I could put this pain away
Until then I'mma
a real rider nigga you can drop the act
I got stripes and bars from a life at war
Twice as hard, as niggas claim they sheisty y'all
Criminal, lay 'em
sights.
And with the patriot act they took all your right.
Don't ever doubt the power of just one mind.
Or the world-wide power of just one rhyme.
Back off, crack off, slack off
Act off your instinct
And think in a wink, or blink
I'll make your body shrink
I use ink and memory, my record
Just when you thought it was safe to make records
The rap duo is back, it's time to start wreckin
E Double swingin high, I'm swingin low
Washin
a strong
Subliminal
Message divesting all men from
Criminal
Acts of the Devil
Revealed and reveled
Designed to recline the mind to lower level
With no
the crowded blocks
Just in case a nigga want to act out
I just black out
And blow they motherfucking back out
That's a real nigga for ya
Im stuck in jail
thinking bout you, trying to get through my
Shit that's in review, got that subliminal psychiatrist that's acting like a criminal
taking my physical
It's
to forget me
But they can't, cause like a champ I have got a record
Of knocking out the frauds in a second
On the mic, I believe that you should get loose
Don't let the record label take
You out to lunch
You're the one that's got to pay
At the end of the day
And try not to want people
To like you too
In order for you to play with this record,
You must tune your guitar to ours.
We will start with the first string
We would drag ourselves to bed.
it because of laws designed to keep us waiting and waiting
Thus hating all forms of a setback
Get back if you can't understand a rap act
the trend
We're criminal minded
And only tend
Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records
No more than four minutes
And some seconds
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
my (View) as long as they sell the black out
I grip my shit and blow your back out
We act out, 'cause you know we reppin' the cause
Still a (Rebel)
weighs a ton and making my neck turn green
And I got a criminal record that will never come clean
Oh, and it seems that I make babies like a rabbit
imprisonment
The free movement of persons
Is subject to State review
They're just pigs in fancy clothes
Free criminals
We're a massive crowd
Modern kings you'll
the daily commission of act
which a rational person might find to be stupid or dangerous (or both). Naturally,
our government is no exception... for
on the daily
It seems my dreams faded for far too long, the consequences deadly
Can't visualize myself as nothing but a criminal
Control the block, serving up
Handle your beef pussy before your beef finishes you
Fuck that shit, I should've known better
You a liein mother fucker with some criminal records
*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
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