Lyrics:
brain, attack the track like we some animals
Mechanical, live wire jaw, rap cannibals
Fire force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin`
Styles Of Beyond - Nine Thou (Superstars Remix)
Oh, oh my god god
God, oh my god god
Verse 1:
Hey yo first things first
It's time to shake ground
ass in 2
Katana in my hand imma show you what it do
It'll meet ya chest and go right thru
So ya better fuckin run when you see my crew
Show no mercy
No
mine
So many sick ass letter combinations I peg rhymes
Blew my EC advance on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 games, grow lights and plants
Crops done by
by the beat
Like you live check-to-check
If it don't move your feet
Then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long
Way like them
how we do son / That's how we do when I'm with my crew / cruise by the stars in they cars, but they coupes / mines a spaceship design to fly the coop /
Do I have to walk around and call you my boo?
Do I have to buy you things and talk to your crew?
Why don't you see what I really want is for real?
to get it on a flic
By that time this will be a remix
Yeah
Round and round here we go
Spray the ground barrels unload
I pray the lord my soul to hold
Every
robbed 4 ya coat - cant
U see the stormy weather
Plus it's cold outside - my
Whole crew got berattas
Cause we stand by the heat -
Want the fire come get us
these herbs and they fake crew don't live to regret that
Hook:
This is something for your stank behinds and washed minds
If you front
I should prolly walk round with a 40 by my side
Not for self defence I’d rather choose the time I die
Live it up everytime that I’m back in the 65
nigga alive
(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers (2x)
[ VERSE 2
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
But I'll put politics in rap
Do the math
This is Al Gore Rhythm
This crew rapping at the back of Al's Store Rhythm
I'm the truth on a mic
Lyrics bag
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
"One two, testing one two
Alright party people in the place to be
The party has already started
An-an-an-and it's about to il-il-il-ill"
Let me
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
like first listen was ‘Heat’
But with the album on repeat it really grew on me
The 2 Chainz remix answered questions the comments
“Beyonce isn’t
Marvel movie comes out
But did you see Casino Royale, and the one before that?
You don't live twice, you don't grow back
Guess where the real money's
Futuristic Defenders (Meteor Remix)
Artist: Dru Vocals (Feat. FarrisG & JGTraveler)
Lyrics by Tatsuya Gon & JGTraveler
Music by Paul P. Magnusson
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