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Correct Back Of The Church Lyrics
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Correct Back Of The Church
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[intro: 5ft hyper snyper] Turn up my mic a little bit, so I won't have to scream Turn up my mic a little bit, so I won't have to scream, buddha Word, aight, yo, aight [5ft hyper snyper] All stand in attention, it's a spank in the nine Some of y'all niggas be "sometime" Sometime you bill, sometime you rhyme All the time, we break out the snake pit, make hits Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit Too complex, make it easy, elementary So we can teach these babies Crawl before you walk, think before you talk Don't mislead them, fall, ya bleedin Now take me to your leader Desention in the ranks, divide and conquer You should say thanks to your weed and liquor Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches Shiny cars, ain't nuthin man made can reach these stars Get in where you fit in, who you be, who you are I be the fall dog, in the vanguard Conductor of the orchestra, universal soldier Zu ninja! [spiritual assassin] Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memory Floatin in cups of hennessey Logically it's like, niggas battle the bike So I rip mics tight, and vibe right We shine on each other till the climax On your best systems, I'm deep like addiction Whenever I'm co-mixin the slang Delta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brain Now ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flame Peace now tame, run loose, at an individual I enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinel Overdosin you, one of the chosen few New host to guide you across the east coast We held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the price Throw the dice, seein thru my father eyesights 85 percent of the change of life, to jail I hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fame Now when we came close, to hopin the pain is gone Momma said don't aim wrong, or you might blast me in the arm Son, my word is based on the strength or the strong That be the same one, now he got your life in his palm [manley musa] Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls 85% gods, peep announcements Stick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikiss Leave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pants My thoughts throw them in your collector's edition Cherish life on my 7 and a half mics It's precious like black dad's kids Valuable, natural like resources, symbolic 200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the east Like musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of rules Never step on x-men, while they shoes Who the fuck wanna sponsor a highway yo get yours Straight boulevard on the block, it's like a shoot out Some cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grill I revail the ears, embrace with open arms Yo incase my rhyme put in a gold frame Praise my name and the niggas I run with World class, yo we're legends [k-blunt] Yo true like the terminator, I shoot and kill Mc, like space invaders, lyrical exterminator In this music, we call rap, sittin on my top cats Killin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the cat Get ya scooby snack, that's the way you attack A hip hop track, like a predator Wild life, ready to fight and rock a mic Yo niggas is this, like tina's and ike's, smack Now we got it right, zu ninjas performin tonight On stage under the lights, rhymes tight Blow like crack in a pipe Fans addictive to the crossidation of christ
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