Lyrics:
2 Scoops-
Yeah, my mind get complex like sex
nigga Scoop is on the microphone and I gets wrecked
can I wreck this, from Long Beach to Texas
I be
CD's
A million records (platinum), it used to be some quarter keys
TRU tattooed on my back bitch thats my click
Ready to hop into some motherfuckin
the chance like Len Blias
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade
More content then when rent is paid
And renitent like raider spraid
Oow yo
of the apes
Under cds and tapes
Preachy
Young cats askin ol heads
Teach me
Over beats that reach me
Radiation of a radio tv movie nation on your gdamn mind
don't mind
These be the things that
Makes ya blind
Uh pimp or preach
Same thing
Nothin' worse
Than a new black church
Lyin on the truth
Cause
I got the key to the streets
I got the key to the safe
He wanna see what I'm selling
I put the key in his face
I just got back from the dealer
I got
walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there?
Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin' Smokey the Bear
Shinin' black like Darth Vader
mind
Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the classified's on your mind
Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me
Or my niggas
motherfuckers mind
I pop the 9, you pop the 9
And all y'all motherfuckers dyin'
We gon drive by
We walk up and do these Niggas out the game
We sell 2 shot,
'Cuz now I'm slave, slave, slave, slave by your sick brain
I don't wanna the key of your heart
Push my face and touch my mind
Gimme black roses, R.I.P my
ET flow gotta swing around Venus
Ass fat shit kinda sit like Serena
Black cat flew by where is Sabrina
Get hit wit a spell
Now in you in love
Create
the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my
'cause my name maintain
The cocaine weight rawest nigga on tape
CDs we bump by the key
Plus the LP
Is guaranteed lactose free
Ay yo we
All these honeys probably love you for the racks
I'm a young school boy
Made it out the cracks
You can't purge my niggas last name blacks
Everybody
and the sun says
The answers in me, so I search through the darkness
Can't find the key so we locked in the land of the lost
Lord, please tomorrow ain't
kevelli openly crush your whole roster
Juggalos got my CD's in thier lockers
And Ipods bumping that American monster
The horrorcores overcome by
Some
an eraser board
Nicholas, no actually Nicola
My mom had picked it out
Not 'cause of Coca Cola
If you recognize it, shout
Saint Nick, that's Santa
The true
On another wavelength but I hear through the static
Life ain't passed me the mic in a minute so I take it by force
Lost the key to the lock so I kick in open
on and respond, mind right flavor, tap your window like a neighbor
I'm here to do the work, calm your nerves and disperse, lyrics by the hour that will ride healing
shit hurt
Hey hey all this police brutality and black on black crime
Every time you turn around another nigga dying that shit hurt
Hey hey hey man this
on sinnin', I'm hell-bound
I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down
My game plans to be trained well
Military mind of a thug lord sittin'
it don't mix
And you don't even know you're waiting for your rhyme fix
But my mind sticks, my rhyme hits, your mind gets
Amputated, 'cause your
to a tape by slayer
Parked in a parking lot behind burger king
Eatin a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers I blast a CD by the staple
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
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