Lyrics:
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
four
[t.k] the stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like jim morrison we break on through
Before I care about your take on me, we take on you
his cage
A lot of niggas acting fake
Salt enough to get pepper in their steak (whoo whoo)
Your a small grape and Im'a heavy weight (yea)
And I can
the only one I trust is the
Team and the man that's above me (oh yeah)
They was up there in the club
When we was out there in the fields
I was staying
Thinking of the easiest way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to lubricate my system quick
Shaky bitches
watchin' on toes out my back window
Creep slow by the ghetto, we never go without the .44
For urban travel, watch the scandal
You petty rivals can't
[Verse 1]
You already know, we blow like ash cans
Turns blocks into war zones, fuck up game plans
Run through your whole team, leave cats defenseless
I rocked the
North Face Gucci
With the
Olive nine's
Say hello
To this little friend of mine
Back orders
On the Urban Edikate
Let's just say
We
And we ain’t got no rescue team
We’re floating on our hopes and dreams
The ocean got the best of me
Most times I be hanging by my lonely
Me, myself, and I,
griffith getting guided by a higher power
Couple years now i carry up the rear alone
If i feel an ounce of fear it is never shown
But i'm moving with a heavy
shot, make you cheese right
Codeine, o.d, right eye
Now you lean right
Call up OT full steam
Get the team right
Pattern, hustle
(Rose)
And I been going
Ginger light, spice rice
Strips, pork belly
Thug life, thug wife, urban Makaveli I ride through the city of the temples Now I'm ready
From the country side
bright lights got me on the spot
Heavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat
Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street
Money, mountain gear
of cocky for believing that no one can stop me
cnd yeah I felt that way since rapping in the project lobby
Knob the heavy hitter urban legend heavy spitter
shit, boy, put down that gun
Don't talk to me if you don't got no funds
Walkin' around with some bands in my pocket
Stay with my team
I ain't talkin'
dramas in my life so made some amendments
I got a team now, it's all this Run Dead Bizz
Either clear skies or muddy grounds you know we gonna tread this
I
you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
Urban wolves
Dream team baby
The sosa of the game has returned
Brooklyn
Black sopranos
Let's play
sound, yeah I got you
Don’t let the new waves leave without you
Lil’ heavy on the bass and it bop too
Already on your mind, you’re on mine too
Rock steady
Remained lovely, Baby
Interwoven in urban, Scenes
Made it, In, And out amazingly
Used to rock, Round the clock
Now, Even out, The underground
Surface clean,
ready this beef is gonna get deadly
No light weights we heavy Pennywise hes just too petty
On the low i think he's scared of us
Keep it down and don't say
told what the Matrix is
You must be shown
I had a dream I was trapped in a world of metal
Where sirens echo
Above the urban ghetto
I saw it
Even though
Uh huh. (Aries Urban Mind State)
Yea, this one's for you my nigga
Hold ya head
Hard work beat talent when talent don't work hard
I put my faith in
a magician
Wake up and listen, and keep this in the back of your mind
My thoughts are heavy, the weight alone could fracture your spine
Cats swear to God
first time
In the killing fields?
We're not trying to reinvent the wheel"
You gon' get this work look alive!
Like botched drug deal team building exercise
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