S.O.D.
(feat. Icarus, Red Cafe, Sy Scott) [Sy Scott]
Yo, Im 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,
Ive 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 sickem
Restrain me, restrict me
Im arresting resistance, cant 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 dont battle fake *****z,
Im heavyweight *****
GMG, fam, we gladly hotta
Behold the sorcerers stone like
Harry Potter
And Im like harry potta, we scary riders
Cant get near the dadda,
I swear to
God Ill come find where you hidin
Have my high, finding beamers and ninas
Leave the area shot up, you hearing me patna
Im 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, whos ever offended duke
Yeah you my *****, but you could still get it too
So dont test me,
I dont wanna do this **** to you [Chorus] [Red Cafe]
Live from the
NY state And
I got one question, guess whats in my waste
Yall got me pisted off slick talk
To get that
Jacob watch ,
Ill cut your wrist off
Im in the limo too long to turn
And this **********in dutch taking long to burn
Im impatient, this is a song you learn
Make money, take money, and
Im 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,
Im hot cant cool off
I twist lesbos, and and guzzling out exos
My firearms stick to my waste like
Velcro Its
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 thats petter piper
I am the big apple, aint nobody ripper man
Im not M.
J. Im a lover and a fighter
Thats why
Im 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
Im gutter
E, Im hanging on the side of crib
Im a fan, but
I hate what youre doing
Whenever you performing shows its 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
Im a G, and my
Unit come through like
Fifty [Chorus x2]