Lyrics: Killy Shoot/Deuce Hennessy/Shawn Anderson
Music: Shawn Anderson
I can’t explain it, I guess it’s magic, cloaks and daggers
enter at ya own risk lots of ropes and hazards
u niggaz Luke warm why u want smoke wit dragons
we can go bar for bar, I be open tabbin
I don’t do shit but smoke and practice
let me set the scene, your all drama queens till I provoke the action
a sleeping grizzly bear why u pokin at em
much rather be wealthy and stressed compared to broke and laughin
let’s get it crackin, chop the dope and bag it
nitrile glove thin rubber like my prophylactics
rally ya troops, u gon need more soldiers
ima run thru ya reserves before the wars over
kiss ya four clovers
I’m pickin locks till the doors open
you recognize our royalty like we wore robes in/twice the passion
when I write it’s tragic
used to whip dope the same shade as bed ridden micheal Jackson
**** these niggaz talkn bout? i aint hearin shit
both hands on the wheel, but i aint steerin shit
stuck in cruise control
passin how i used to roll
lookin back laughin they crucifyin the crucible
but i got used to those
hatin niggaz move in droves
back and fourth, niggaz soundin like some foolish hoes
i got a plan in place
shit that i cant stand to face
tried to play it cool but these niggaz had to fan the flames
i know the average rainfall cant abstain yall
till you end up makin trips to the graveyard
the games hard, but you wanted to play
never wanted to praise god, but you wanted to pray
got em caught in a place
niggaz never seen , never made it from
been doin me, im just waitin for my day to come
you know they say the same ones that talk about you
they be the some ones claim they never thought about you
A couple bullets in reverse start the chapter
The end the will now begin
Invert the science
God is rapture
To capture
The essence
Allah wisdom over-stand
My nigga moving contra Band
Across the the land
To hundred hands
A Couple grams
Will get shot
Goons run up in the spot
It’s the principle
Invincible
My nigga you is not
From the block
Where the wolves b persistent
Bad boys move the rock 89 the pistons
Listen
The path you u seek will lead to ya demise
Grey skies
Prelude
the doom
Into the tomb
A nigga dies
A mother cries
Yo that page will turn
Ashes in the urn
Street science knowledge born
Heavy math
U never learned
Tounge burn
Speaking spice
Soft buried in the rice
Pistols on the coffee table
Couple labels on the white
Hard night
When u cheffing b
Gotta keep a weapon b
Dodging all the traps
Better watch how u stepping b