S.O.D.
(feat. Icarus, Red Cafe, Sy Scott) [Sy Scott]
Yo, I'm a tic-tac-toe tactical wit it tactician
Tit for tat, three bombs on me, we all ticking
Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen
With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it
We check the barrel and start respinnin' it
We I start, medics, start sowing and restitching them
My constituents and scorpions poisonous stingers filled with *****
Stay grippin'' em,
I've got a venomous heart, filled with vigilance
That will shatter ten continents and ten palatinates
Envision the vengefulness, visualize the vindictiveness
I rhyme with
Sid Vicious viciousness
You be kiddin, soft like kittens
My grills are pit bulls they will kill when
I say sick'em
Restrain me, restrict me
I'm arresting resistance, can't be apprehended ***** [Chorus]
You got a problem with
E If you got a problem, come a holla at me
And if you want it, we can get it started
Plus I got the whole squad siding with me [Icarus]
Let the catty spray and wet up the matinee
Smack *****z with both hands like patty-cake
Violate and
I will retaliate
I don't battle fake *****z,
I'm heavyweight *****
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Behold the sorcerer's stone like
Harry Potter
And I'm like harry potta, we scary riders
Can't get near the dadda,
I swear to
God I'll come find where you hidin'
Have my high, finding beamers and ninas
Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna
I'm a ****ing five star general, to drive cars into you
Ic' dodge interviews, one flip of the mack, take all ten of you
This message intended to, who's ever offended duke
Yeah you my *****, but you could still get it too
So don't test me,
I don't wanna do this **** to you [Chorus] [Red Cafe]
Live from the
NY state And
I got one question, guess what's in my waste
Ya'll got me pisted off slick talk
To get that
Jacob watch,
I'll cut your wrist off
I'm in the limo too long to turn
And this **********in' dutch taking long to burn
I'm impatient, this is a song you learn
Make money, take money, and
I'm hear to confirm my occupation
The new boss of course, the new
Porsche I pull up just to murder you *****z and move off
You too soft,
Red Cafe from
New York I tell a ***** quick,
I'm hot can't cool off
I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos
My firearms stick to my waste like
Velcro It's
R.C. nothing phony about me, with
E double the
O.G. you know me [Chorus] [Erick Sermon]
Yeah I know, you never expect me to anchor
I bring it to them so called pranksters and them gangsters
I run DMCs, from rappers that's petter piper
I am the big apple, ain't nobody ripper man
I'm not M.
J. I'm a lover and a fighter
That's why
I'm in D.C. now, looking for the sniper
I came in the game with hoodies and timberlands
Hard since
Cypress Hill been wanting to kill a man
I did time, a thirteen year bid
I'm gutter
E, I'm hanging on the side of crib
I'm a fan, but
I hate what you're doing
Whenever you performing shows it's me booing
Ya as soft as your bid-die, you punk now, and you gonna be a punk at sixty
Dog, ya need more team to get me
I'm a G, and my
Unit come through like
Fifty [Chorus x2]