Heavy Bags (feat. Ricky So Do & Sam West) Video (MV)

Now keep my name out ya mouth Before I change ya perspective
One call will get you f*cked up no contraceptive
Every time I hear your rhymes I'm a Lil more than skeptic
Because you so full of shit I should call you septic
Remove your wig with the sig I'm a grand paid surgeon
My flow laying your rug flat like a hand made Persian
Got lyrical supremacy appearing in my chemistry
Be happy they mention your massacre up in my legacy
They said they wanted fire well welcome to hell's kitchen
I'm a chef with my gun got the hot shells pitching
Got your face to my heat watch your brains slowly melt now
You could scream if you please as your life just bleeds out
When my finger pulls the trigger and the bullet hit ya, thinker
You ain't floating in the ocean guaranteed to be a sinker
Listen they been wanting me to come dismantle you wannabe
F*ck anybody even my own team verses 2 and 3
This ain't a warning shot, its a statement
F*ck ya crew ya whole generation, contracept this upon your pearly gates, flawless!
Forgive my state of mind, you puts no fear in me
Pardon ya misdemeanors, they preaching supposed felonies
I must confess with no regard, I slay wish a suck coulda woulda, but he never said a lick
Prefer to swallow my words, a choke artist I am never, please believe the hype
Music my ammunition, between ya eyes
No, I'm not a holly grove hustler, west coast gangster, an eastside rider, nor a wanksta
Partna call me Ricky so-do the newest bull up in the china shop
Vicious off the leash, I'm a beast, peep the script, and find a way to tip the libra scale
The lord bringeth, ya boy slay with no problem murderous the mind I'm going j Dahmer
Mr t would probably pity the fool, for that I'm signing off villains coming soon so move
I bring murder to the beat nigga f*ck a murder in the streets
I'm complex I bring death through metaphors and similies
I promise without death, you will remember me
My pen and I got the ultimate chemistry
It's like the ink is my blood the way it flows from the brain
Through the veins, and my arm to the palm
And my hands on the pad, warning cold blood
So many lives I took half the shits was senseless
Like Marlon, niggas try to battle me
Now they looking at 8 mile stretch like em
Heading down the wrong path
Wishing they could've change lanes like big
Cross mine, outcome tragedy
Talk tough if you want
Still, type fag to me
Niggas stop tricking these kids
You ain't got no major buzz
It's barely a Lil fizz
You niggas ask me, you niggas is ass cheeks
Front, but you ain't no g in these streets
Stop before I mess up all your info
And put your business out there, Raz b
I was always taught if they bleed they can die
So unless you god address me with the same respect the president should get
Otherwise take a clip, big ass kid
On my toy story 3 shit, mean nigga with a short fuse
Pull my string i get like woody I'm on my cowboy shit
Nigga reach for the sky
Old school rule in effect
Y'all can't f*ck with crisis no question why