On a roll
This rappin shit gettin' outta control
It shows
The knowledge i've acquired
As I grow
It snows
As the bullet from the white death
Penetrates Disentegrates
On any private rank who dare oppose
Don't play with me
I'll have you smacked
From Brooklyn to SOHO
Lead showers on the East River
Woohoo!
Aw I gotchu now nigga bohoo!
You ain't shit bitch think you Suwoop
You a loose screw Get ya woop-whooped
Better getcho yoself a little new crew
Stole yo gold Wiggins no Andrew
This the essence of hip-hop
Speakers Boom bap n beatbox
Knock off yo speaka
The kinda lang to make yo teacher
Go and suspend you
Prayers out for all these stupid preachers
Thinkin they pave a way for someone
But they really leechin'
The f*ck you teachin?
You a certified hyprocrite
All day and everday
Really think you makin plays
Bitch
Please
To be real ya just another throwaway
You Gettin' taken out weekly my rage'll
Make you runaway
Don't even come another day
I'm makin yo bitch cum today
Call that shit the final phase
That ya lost
Tryna recover loss
Regardless of what the cost
Is
Seqiuentally
You ass gettin aired out by the boss
So kick rocks or burn blocks
Or sumn
Go read a book
The compound effect got me like an entrepreneur that was done being crook
Made him P his pants and Made ya look
Keep this nonsense up
I'm that chill nigga that'll go n have you shook
Piss off with that coercion
The survelliance
For yo ass whoopin'
To see in third person
Quick- witted
Got All kinds of subversions
When she done squirtin
We get straight to the birds chirpin'
I'm proactively changin' my life for the better
You hours deep in church service
Misconstruin' the letter
Get yo prayers but get that bread up
F*ck livin in fear the devill will need to come Near and leave a nigga there for dead AH!
Don't even know if this is hip-hop anymore
(Don't even know if this is hip-hop anymore )
But I'm
Munchin on this Chinese food
This is that NYC food
That Chinese food ( That real shit nigga )
This shit bangin'
Munchin Chinese food
In the city
Sky is shittin doves
Growin up I always had a father
Yeah that shit is love
This for the many poor unfortunate hustlers
Wrestlin' with projects from the colorless
Armed with guns
Stand Clear The enemy is near
They got you with three eyes
The bullets grazin at yo ear
I swear these niggas weird
Wanna be in yo best interest
But wind up on yo dick
Please
F*ck outta my biz
These niggas really nothin
Bitches always up to sumthin'
Never trust the streets
Even the ones hustlin'
Bustin' blood is gushin'
Parademics strugglin'
Nobody comin'
Just go n leave him done
That about sums up the
Family dichotomy white lies intent disguised
And home dysfunction
This world needs a bomb to the face
And reconstruction
This boomin got me hummin'
These crackas make em dumb
They don't even believe in nothin'
Can't even get the sum
It's
All in yo eyes As I drive
The 95
Trash ass trumpheads
Who never let black people ride
Now we just tolerated
But deep down we hated
But f*ck it I embrace it
Besides those bitches dated
Hey motherf*ckas since you
Think we cannot literate it
Don't f*ck with us we'll have you bruised up From our angry maces
Reserve myself save em all from a meat Wagon
Protect each bit of my peace so there's no
Need To release the Kraken
Yo
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English
On a roll
This rappin shit gettin' outta control
It shows
The knowledge i've acquired
As I grow
It snows
As the bullet from the white death
Penetrates Disentegrates
On any private rank who dare oppose
Don't play with me
I'll have you smacked
From Brooklyn to SOHO
Lead showers on the East River
Woohoo!
Aw I gotchu now nigga bohoo!
You ain't shit bitch think you Suwoop
You a loose screw Get ya woop-whooped
Better getcho yoself a little new crew
Stole yo gold Wiggins no Andrew
This the essence of hip-hop
Speakers Boom bap n beatbox
Knock off yo speaka
The kinda lang to make yo teacher
Go and suspend you
Prayers out for all these stupid preachers
Thinkin they pave a way for someone
But they really leechin'
The f*ck you teachin?
You a certified hyprocrite
All day and everday
Really think you makin plays
Bitch
Please
To be real ya just another throwaway
You Gettin' taken out weekly my rage'll
Make you runaway
Don't even come another day
I'm makin yo bitch cum today
Call that shit the final phase
That ya lost
Tryna recover loss
Regardless of what the cost
Is
Seqiuentally
You ass gettin aired out by the boss
So kick rocks or burn blocks
Or sumn
Go read a book
The compound effect got me like an entrepreneur that was done being crook
Made him P his pants and Made ya look
Keep this nonsense up
I'm that chill nigga that'll go n have you shook
Piss off with that coercion
The survelliance
For yo ass whoopin'
To see in third person
Quick- witted
Got All kinds of subversions
When she done squirtin
We get straight to the birds chirpin'
I'm proactively changin' my life for the better
You hours deep in church service
Misconstruin' the letter
Get yo prayers but get that bread up
F*ck livin in fear the devill will need to come Near and leave a nigga there for dead AH!
Don't even know if this is hip-hop anymore
(Don't even know if this is hip-hop anymore )
But I'm
Munchin on this Chinese food
This is that NYC food
That Chinese food ( That real shit nigga )
This shit bangin'
Munchin Chinese food
In the city
Sky is shittin doves
Growin up I always had a father
Yeah that shit is love
This for the many poor unfortunate hustlers
Wrestlin' with projects from the colorless
Armed with guns
Stand Clear The enemy is near
They got you with three eyes
The bullets grazin at yo ear
I swear these niggas weird
Wanna be in yo best interest
But wind up on yo dick
Please
F*ck outta my biz
These niggas really nothin
Bitches always up to sumthin'
Never trust the streets
Even the ones hustlin'
Bustin' blood is gushin'
Parademics strugglin'
Nobody comin'
Just go n leave him done
That about sums up the
Family dichotomy white lies intent disguised
And home dysfunction
This world needs a bomb to the face
And reconstruction
This boomin got me hummin'
These crackas make em dumb
They don't even believe in nothin'
Can't even get the sum
It's
All in yo eyes As I drive
The 95
Trash ass trumpheads
Who never let black people ride
Now we just tolerated
But deep down we hated
But f*ck it I embrace it
Besides those bitches dated
Hey motherf*ckas since you
Think we cannot literate it
Don't f*ck with us we'll have you bruised up From our angry maces
Reserve myself save em all from a meat Wagon
Protect each bit of my peace so there's no
Need To release the Kraken
Yo
This rappin shit gettin' outta control
It shows
The knowledge i've acquired
As I grow
It snows
As the bullet from the white death
Penetrates Disentegrates
On any private rank who dare oppose
Don't play with me
I'll have you smacked
From Brooklyn to SOHO
Lead showers on the East River
Woohoo!
Aw I gotchu now nigga bohoo!
You ain't shit bitch think you Suwoop
You a loose screw Get ya woop-whooped
Better getcho yoself a little new crew
Stole yo gold Wiggins no Andrew
This the essence of hip-hop
Speakers Boom bap n beatbox
Knock off yo speaka
The kinda lang to make yo teacher
Go and suspend you
Prayers out for all these stupid preachers
Thinkin they pave a way for someone
But they really leechin'
The f*ck you teachin?
You a certified hyprocrite
All day and everday
Really think you makin plays
Bitch
Please
To be real ya just another throwaway
You Gettin' taken out weekly my rage'll
Make you runaway
Don't even come another day
I'm makin yo bitch cum today
Call that shit the final phase
That ya lost
Tryna recover loss
Regardless of what the cost
Is
Seqiuentally
You ass gettin aired out by the boss
So kick rocks or burn blocks
Or sumn
Go read a book
The compound effect got me like an entrepreneur that was done being crook
Made him P his pants and Made ya look
Keep this nonsense up
I'm that chill nigga that'll go n have you shook
Piss off with that coercion
The survelliance
For yo ass whoopin'
To see in third person
Quick- witted
Got All kinds of subversions
When she done squirtin
We get straight to the birds chirpin'
I'm proactively changin' my life for the better
You hours deep in church service
Misconstruin' the letter
Get yo prayers but get that bread up
F*ck livin in fear the devill will need to come Near and leave a nigga there for dead AH!
Don't even know if this is hip-hop anymore
(Don't even know if this is hip-hop anymore )
But I'm
Munchin on this Chinese food
This is that NYC food
That Chinese food ( That real shit nigga )
This shit bangin'
Munchin Chinese food
In the city
Sky is shittin doves
Growin up I always had a father
Yeah that shit is love
This for the many poor unfortunate hustlers
Wrestlin' with projects from the colorless
Armed with guns
Stand Clear The enemy is near
They got you with three eyes
The bullets grazin at yo ear
I swear these niggas weird
Wanna be in yo best interest
But wind up on yo dick
Please
F*ck outta my biz
These niggas really nothin
Bitches always up to sumthin'
Never trust the streets
Even the ones hustlin'
Bustin' blood is gushin'
Parademics strugglin'
Nobody comin'
Just go n leave him done
That about sums up the
Family dichotomy white lies intent disguised
And home dysfunction
This world needs a bomb to the face
And reconstruction
This boomin got me hummin'
These crackas make em dumb
They don't even believe in nothin'
Can't even get the sum
It's
All in yo eyes As I drive
The 95
Trash ass trumpheads
Who never let black people ride
Now we just tolerated
But deep down we hated
But f*ck it I embrace it
Besides those bitches dated
Hey motherf*ckas since you
Think we cannot literate it
Don't f*ck with us we'll have you bruised up From our angry maces
Reserve myself save em all from a meat Wagon
Protect each bit of my peace so there's no
Need To release the Kraken
Yo
Writer: Kbray Pope
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid