My eyes cold with a depraved heart of course there's no empathy
I'm giving off that black Air Force One energy
50 with the beef its forever it'll never cease
Heads are like trophies on the table like a center piece
Avoid eye contact and slowly back away
I quit school cause of recess, told'em I don't play
Mike Tyson cried when he interviewed Sugar Ray
You should do the same when you talking to me any day
Just know it's on sight with no forethought or planning
Every time I see you we gone have a misunderstanding
We gone have a failure to communicate our thoughts fully
And the lesson learned is sometimes you gotta punch the bully
The price of the brick is going up
They always calling out ya boy stay showing up
They think I ain't there I'm somewhere in the cut
With hedge clippers to your neck and rose clippers to your nuts
Motherf*cka what
Black out everything remain a blur
This is pack of lion rap blood stained in the fur
With scars in the flesh let'em bleed on this murder tape
Then plant them seeds in ya head let'em germinate
There's been an epiphany give this pen to a sick mc
Tryna rid me of the sin and iniquity
But, for graphic writing I'm tasked with the action item
Master technician certified in my division
Sipping Modelo, chill on Sugar Hill like Romello
Fresh baldy, bassline like Meshell Ndegeocello
Bello off a cello, any type of instrument
Teaching rhyme-ology pay attention it's intricate
Get this shit, you outta town, I'm out the country
Sounding funky, pushing whips but it's ya moms Town and Country
They say T how come you take so long to drop
I say ock, I go slow but you should know it never stops
Terrence Wood - Weaponz Lyrics
Terrence Wood - Weaponz Lyrics
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My eyes cold with a depraved heart of course there's no empathy
I'm giving off that black Air Force One energy
50 with the beef its forever it'll never cease
Heads are like trophies on the table like a center piece
Avoid eye contact and slowly back away
I quit school cause of recess, told'em I don't play
Mike Tyson cried when he interviewed Sugar Ray
You should do the same when you talking to me any day
Just know it's on sight with no forethought or planning
Every time I see you we gone have a misunderstanding
We gone have a failure to communicate our thoughts fully
And the lesson learned is sometimes you gotta punch the bully
The price of the brick is going up
They always calling out ya boy stay showing up
They think I ain't there I'm somewhere in the cut
With hedge clippers to your neck and rose clippers to your nuts
Motherf*cka what
Black out everything remain a blur
This is pack of lion rap blood stained in the fur
With scars in the flesh let'em bleed on this murder tape
Then plant them seeds in ya head let'em germinate
There's been an epiphany give this pen to a sick mc
Tryna rid me of the sin and iniquity
But, for graphic writing I'm tasked with the action item
Master technician certified in my division
Sipping Modelo, chill on Sugar Hill like Romello
Fresh baldy, bassline like Meshell Ndegeocello
Bello off a cello, any type of instrument
Teaching rhyme-ology pay attention it's intricate
Get this shit, you outta town, I'm out the country
Sounding funky, pushing whips but it's ya moms Town and Country
They say T how come you take so long to drop
I say ock, I go slow but you should know it never stops
I'm giving off that black Air Force One energy
50 with the beef its forever it'll never cease
Heads are like trophies on the table like a center piece
Avoid eye contact and slowly back away
I quit school cause of recess, told'em I don't play
Mike Tyson cried when he interviewed Sugar Ray
You should do the same when you talking to me any day
Just know it's on sight with no forethought or planning
Every time I see you we gone have a misunderstanding
We gone have a failure to communicate our thoughts fully
And the lesson learned is sometimes you gotta punch the bully
The price of the brick is going up
They always calling out ya boy stay showing up
They think I ain't there I'm somewhere in the cut
With hedge clippers to your neck and rose clippers to your nuts
Motherf*cka what
Black out everything remain a blur
This is pack of lion rap blood stained in the fur
With scars in the flesh let'em bleed on this murder tape
Then plant them seeds in ya head let'em germinate
There's been an epiphany give this pen to a sick mc
Tryna rid me of the sin and iniquity
But, for graphic writing I'm tasked with the action item
Master technician certified in my division
Sipping Modelo, chill on Sugar Hill like Romello
Fresh baldy, bassline like Meshell Ndegeocello
Bello off a cello, any type of instrument
Teaching rhyme-ology pay attention it's intricate
Get this shit, you outta town, I'm out the country
Sounding funky, pushing whips but it's ya moms Town and Country
They say T how come you take so long to drop
I say ock, I go slow but you should know it never stops
Writer: Jan Branicki, Terrence Wood
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