Lyrics:
Nah tripling income since ninety two
My left pocket alone worth your grimy crew
What's my point I'm the unknown Bill Gates
Filthy rich MC who was born
John McCain, you can't lift your arms up
These po-ranhas, live by a certain code of conduct
Fuck fly hoes and blow ganja
He a prophet, predict shit
eat me up while I drive
It's time to get lifted
Check one check two
You couldn't get it confused
I'm a stoner with a stripper
Rolling blunts for
clues like blues the clues
Who she chose you know it ain't you
Give me two 4's I feel like a cobe
Shotten my shot And I'm getting that trophy
Runnin so
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
thought about how that child would feel about it
Thoughts clouded, no way around it
Surrounded by all the comments about how he ain't never grounded
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
The temperature is sixty six degrees
Split that in half come up with two threes
Thirty three years on this earth just for me
Crucified dead and buried foe my sins
The word flows everywhere we go
Universal-ly, we be free servin' God you can see these
Lives bein' watched by the world like TV's
As we represent,
and scandalling
Live gambling survive by scrambling
[Big Krizz Kaliko]
Regime Mobstaz
Regime Niggaz
Regime Killers
Regime Life
(2x)
[Tech N9ne]
Yo, yo!
I'm a Regime original
My flow's aqua
She give me
(Don't Blink)
We taking it by force
With hostile intentions
Hostile
Hostile, yeah
(Hostile)
(Councel)
(Hostile)
(Hostile)
You don't know left from
hardened criminals know the average Joe's miserable woe
Though they both live by different codes
Niggas don't know how I developed such a difficult flow
(take two)
Sharpened mind without having to carry knives
Depressed like married lives
A canine ready to bury lives
(it's GTech)
See, I'm front
the gangstas die young and the rats die faster
So, when my shooter spread this MAC
Live shatter 'round, 'round
Like, "Who gives a fuck if Black Lives Matter?"
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
Brady
Stand up now if you can fully understand me
I ran this beat so hard I think I pulled a hammy
clways been the leader of crew
ride for for my
and coons
That'll get found in dunes
A plastic hammer basically a childish tool
You wild as who? I'll defile your crew
You must be trippin' like
A thousand
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate
flipped animalistic's, and the critics tried to poach me
Turned a crew of battle-cats into pussy-cats like Josie
Oh don't play me closely, it's the music
Equivalent to Goku's potential left crews fragile
Like Glass Menagerie, actual artifacts, sniper shots
from the Almanac, brotha, it's crunch time
Pit
was either with her or my crew
So I decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true
I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears
But
I’ll come for you to sculpture you with
Scalpels what do you prefer to lose?
Your genitals or two-thirds of
Your purple ooze?
I murder crews with
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