(feat. Aphillyation) Yo I trash you, smash you from the state's capital All you see is flashing lights A whole community ready to fight One thousand MC's attack the mic Nubians died and came back to life Most of ya'll ant to a gaint, so try me Don't you see the danger signs? Niggas I've dared slimy I give the chant and the youth fam a rain dance around me I make it storm and thunder When you from amongst us Dig your boots, roll up the ? on your tomb Going with shrooms, rhymes starin at the moon I set the sun in early afternoons Send out signals to get you back in tune All light weight niggas will get vacuumed [Black Thought] I hit this mid-life crisis ten years before thirty And stay in time, fuck fair ones, we fight dirty We rally in the shadows of night and strike early While your sight blurry, the blind fury Fifth cal-vary We to the rescue Then rhyme battle like them crime battles depress too Bullets in the wall of your chest too And plus whoever you standin next to The ambu-lance will come and collect you I ripped you with the dart Sect' true with the art It's deeper than your classical Mozart Your pop or R&B charts Can never see Thought flows, is on some Philly shit Murder one penmanship, the uninnocent Cul-prit, MC's is insulted And my affiliates/Aphillyates is high voltage [Malik B] I walk through the smog with the fog light on in the morning No ? without warning, I'm brain storming Sketch the blueprint, lookin through tinted to mutant Cause disorderly nusiance with pollutants Advance on your stance, incite a cobra in October Combine minds will take you over even when it's cold out Whatever you say don't matter, disrespect and get splattered The fact that you sunnin lotta niggas got me flattered When they heard it was me, they all scattered Notts Family love practice, we cock back for satisfaction Pull on wear and bulletproofs is the fashion On stings, we stackin And fifty raid the crib, we stil clappin We tear the club up from state to state Bouncin back to the bullet state, holdin the eight Like Onyx, we Shut Em Down Wack crews, we lay em down We all organizing, while you idolizing And when the guns bust, it's the bullets that you can't trust Kiss the barrel on your knees before I ripped you up Aphillyation and The Roots, c'mon give it up Wit these lyrics that'll hit you from your nuts up Quest the barber, last illest rhyme author If I can't catch you, best believe my ill squad'll off ya Wit the sparker, seven shot departure Five of those caught ya Sneak attack competition I taught ya Any conflict I come equipped Swift with the riot spit Makin cats backflip from my vocals in this rap shit Where fake rappers get capped shit Found in the dumpster with they cap's split Double check, you shoulda packed it Empty clips ain't never clapped shit Retaliation, you lacked it Now your back's against the wall, plastered Ditto, this is that shit that got six fillin our vest ?? fillin our chest, cuz when hell's lit, we the best You ever heard in this shit, we spit degrees That'll freeze, melt, and bring life to the shit Yo like atoms we split, eye to eye we sit Declare war within, defeatin war with men Now who can beat us When you was watered Our mens tore it down, start settin up shop It's building blocks, now the cops can't stop what we got It's too HOT Locals hassle niggas till they drop Get caught up in spots and what not But we dead not Can't hit us with beams or glocks I'm afraid not cuz all the above said and said not
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