My lyrics are controlled by spirits I hope you hear it / Like a gun blast when my words mass you gonna fear it / I never speak wit any hezzy, my rhymes steady, sumtimes deadly, God's blessed me wit the power to rhyme, I hope u ready / I can say stuff thats intoxicatin, worse then talks with satan, everything I say is blatent, never admit that i'm mistaken, most of yall just floggin 'n' fakin, mostly out there sippin 'n' blazin, but beware your bout to be facin, sum1 whos doin paper chasin / Every since Bin Laden, seems to be no wrong with murder 'n' robbin, but the problem, is that Bush be takin the food from those already starvin, my solution, keep our lyrics pollutin, keep it comin to em, let em feel our pain in they brain til they resort to restitution.
Lyrics by- Dub (Wiley)
Im me on Mysticone17 for aim if u think its tight or wanna holla at mess
Lyrics by- Dub (Wiley)
Im me on Mysticone17 for aim if u think its tight or wanna holla at mess