Lyrics:
box box
Step up in the rave, swervin' through the function
Pull of in a wraith, swervin' through the junction
Sippin' on the Henny, man can't even
Wells and Zapata, the dead vote Johnson in
Forged signatures and ballots in Box 13
Coke goes home to Junction and he spends his days
With his wife and his
Coming from afar
Why do you think I can just give up like that
Kojo mi o kin Shey eran riro
Wonder wonder eruku choco Brain box
Ti nba mo ibi timo
It's time to face the music (oh)
A stay of execution
No more distribution (the fuck you doin'?)
You did this to me
I'm right back on my
balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
Suave House, still independent
Distribution Mexican, he still sendin'
No contract, take
balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG, bitch, I got 8 balls
Suave House, still independent
Distribution Mexican, he still sendin'
No contract, take
it's bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name was Rahzel
Bout time that I raised the barbell
I box with the beat like my name
me
Wey you go bore then call me curse me sey
"Ony3 s**mi"
I no dey worry
You dey go call an attorney cause I be flame like Atomic Junction
Your baby
nigga need to get a pack for sale
(No cap) i'm posted up on the block
Nigga, I'm on feet
I don't need no Track' to sell (Ayy)
We had to box that lil'
Counter balance egbe bulu laptop
Bulu kala kwechili na junction
Chupado mgbada akpa ya Bu sure sure
Maka obele oge onalu ma gunshot
N' ime anyasi n' atu
on buildings that aim for ya dome
It's a field full of land mine watch ya step
Feeling brave knock yourself out we box the best
You stepped in the danger zone
the nation
A wave of violent crimes have been linked to chronic addiction
to and distribution of a drug called
CRACK
They heat me up, I can see the top
quick
I ain't gon' remember shit
M-mh, just flashbacks, I think I need a box of Tums
'Cause I got a cold case of the runs
Shit, too much alcoholic
quick
I ain't gon' remember shit
M-mh, just flashbacks, I think I need a box of Tums
'Cause I got a cold case of the runs
Shit, too much alcoholic
of every label's distribution
My street team is gonna be eight men with loaded tecs
Ridin around with chrysler pt cruisers from a mental institution
Whip
They've seen that I have it
I'm one of a kind, I'm out of a box
Went to the orange, to switch up the plot
Fam did us dirty, wasn't helping us out
Suppose
Evolution in simple terms its revellutions
Keep it focused up that noticed up that resolution
Distribution hit the booth and keep it moving
Open
the box
Baby you could be a magnet fill her neck around with pearls cuz she plan to rule the world
Verse One:
The path of a Queen’s introduction
Her pain
handcuff, steady man I dey jump (I'm in my Bag)
Man that chain no go me, make my money pile, get myself some ice box (I'm in my bag)
Man not local, I'm gon'
rhyme
Put you in a pine box
You and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin' crack for Reebok's
Holy socks, cut you with my ox
Rampage got the city
freshen up that funk box
I pump like diesel fuel, stamina speed, strong as a ox
Takin a shower, run the steam water for a hour
That's word I'm naked
Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution
Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks
"Bad Touch Example" that
call me Einstein
Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme
Put you in a pine box
You and your whole family's on detox
Hustlin crack for
where I got my first 223
Handin' out shots, he got four
And she got two or three (Straight up)
Ran hot box, 1500, we got two or three
(Straight up)
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