What up
Straight up and down
What up son
36 Chambers killer bees
Arsonists setting fires
We moving through the leaves
Somewhere out in the third world
Rock Steady rhymers
Scarf on my neck
I see everything clearly with the infa
Oh o oh o
Oh o oh o oh
Oh o oh o
Oh o oh o oh
Oh o oh o
Oh o oh o oh
Oh o oh o
Oh o oh o oh
I'm in the streets on my grind you cuddled up with the wife and when I come out it's like I'm taking over the night
Black timbs on doodoo ass snorkel loud pack
I pull my microphone out wherever the crowd at
Hungry hungry Don the bedego was shot right
Rhymes is to fat now homies they cop like cops twice stop me at the light
Stereotype
Can't hold me back from the imperial light
I'm out here dirty hood dripping with jewels
I do what I wanna do
Keep switching the rules
STF
4 Wheel jeep
Army Fatigue
Hammer and nails on making your nose bleed
Big lam landscaping
Plant bombs that blow up a plantation
I put brothers into activation
I'm the under of all dogs
Straight from the wrong street
I keep a 16 under my arm piece
People come together whenever the Don speak
I arm each
I knock them out when they get in my arm reach
Don beach
Now I've got that money
They don't own no soul
Your father's sins they ain't mine anymore
These sworn protectors are anything but
Just following orders in spite of their gut
These sworn are protected
Do more harm than good
Drunk of the shine
That their shields us to could
Distract with semantics
The truth of it is
You got caught on camera
We saw what you did
Bandana bandit
Scamming on the transit
Slice you with a full house hand of gambit
Money under the mattress
Perfect without the practice
Got the world on my shoulders
Walk the earth like Atlas
The meat clever will leave a few deep scars
Keep dumbing it down the streets will go full retard
Little school bus rappers
Stumble through a a shower of prattle
Living together in mumbling tower of babble
Thought unravel
War after the battle
What's the hassle
We'll grapple
And I'll bury you under the gravel
It's Rock Steady holding up the W
You crumble to rumble
I heard a gun of dudes in running through
An assassination in progress
Lacerations for the godless
Let go of your stash I'm taking your objects
Miles Morales
Style of violence
Balanced with peaceful proverbs
The streets speaking Gods word
Now I've got that money
They don't own no soul
Your father's sins they ain't mine anymore
These sworn protectors are anything but
Just following orders in spite of their gut
These sworn are protected
Do more harm than good
Drunk of the shine
That their shields us to could
Distract with semantics
The truth of it is
You got caught on camera
We saw what you did
Yea
Cappuccino
Capital Q
From Shaolin to Medina
Verrazzano Villains
Park Hill killers
What more can I say BK
Come on
Can I get some love
For Adam Mark and John from Taking Back Sunday
Yea
Let's go
Daniel Wallace on the track
Staten Island Long Island
Red Right
Hip-Hop
Hip-Hop