Psychotic Genius
Ganksta NIP lyrics
Ganksta NIP lyrics
"Fuck You Lyrics"
Boys In The Band Lyrics
With Mr Soul or King Creole You gotta go with the man in the band He'll be your guide Singing la la la la But what makes Mr Politic A lot of words another trick Turn peace into war Singing ha ha ha ha Ooh it's not the way we want it Not the way at all Not the way to change our minds Our backs up against the wall The boys in the band all live in harmony For life's a poem And we can make it rhyme The boys in the band all live in harmony Let's get it together before we Go down, down, down I don't want to theorise it Just hope people realise The simple melody can free your soul And let you be man what you are And
With Mr Soul or King Creole You gotta go with the man in the band He'll be your guide Singing la la la la But what makes Mr Politic A lot of words another trick Turn peace into war Singing ha ha ha ha Ooh it's not the way we want it Not the way at all Not the way to change our minds Our backs up against the wall The boys in the band all live in harmony For life's a poem And we can make it rhyme The boys in the band all live in harmony Let's get it together before we Go down, down, down I don't want to theorise it Just hope people realise The simple melody can free your soul And let you be man what you are And
f/ South Park Clique
(If you don't like the way I rap
Talk shit)
(If you don't like the way I rap
Talk shit
Nigga)
(If you don't like the way I rap
Talk shit
Nigga, fuck you)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Boom, this topic is catastrophic, targets are gunable
K-Rino's torture mile is unrunable
Time for death, nothing material is worth this wealth
The earth itself with soon rebirth itself
Can it be? K is a seed, nature's planted me
Fantasy, its power is the brain Allah granted me
Masterpiece, Original Point-Blank gets mastered
O.P.B. stands for 'overrated punk-ass bastards'
So they run, they know them have to run
They never stand a chance against the dangerous one
I'll beat them down to dirt, either with bullets or my hand
Cause either way I chose, them hoes could never withstand
So I just pull out the black book, and you'll see the fall of em
A million ways to die, they'll get all of em
Okay, we know, you know you're winnin
They talked that shit for a year, but the fight only lasted a minute
Hoes: door number one has a gun
Door number two has your crew gettin hung
Door number three has the S.P.C. clique
When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened to my old man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka a
So fuck you!
[ VERSE 2 ]
That's it, I'm sick of these devil tricks
You call me a nigger, you get your muthafuckin skull slit
Devils runnin away, but they get caught, we won't let it pass
I'll catch ya, if it takes me goin to the grave and stabbin yo ass
First, I'll take your wrist, and cut it
Your blood, blood, blood, I love it, love it, love it
Tricknowlodgy steady tryin to war with me, slaughter me
Drainin with my hands, I'll skeed blood from your artery
The game gets hot, I set your ass afire
When you step to the 10-year-vet musical scientist, never will I retire
Gainin respect, one way or another
Sayin lyrics, layin tracks I'm comin up and bringin brothers
Music is what I do, music is what I love
All praise is due to Allah above
A message to you suckers, ain't doin nothin for the cause
And when revolution comes, your ass gets scared, and you pause
I handle my business, S.P.C. ain't no sloppy click
The law searched my car and found a kilo of floppy disks
Cause sellin dope is a risk, so I rap pro-black
And I act how I wanna muthafuckin act
Fuck you
Bitch
[ VERSE 3 ]
A lotta niggas wanna know my identity
Black Tongue Lyrics
The lights that shine in your eyes Just keep me shadowed, underneath and scared I'm never gonna fight Image, open wound, synthetic stain Let you hate me if you open my eyes Make me unafraid Tell me that it's all wrong World view Crucifix dysfunction Yeah it's all wrong World view Crucifix dysfunction So vulnerable Compatible So vulnerable In love with my own lie So keep descending Make it never ending Advertise a suicide that anyone can try B
Well, my identity is Point-Blank, bitch, so don't fuck with meThe lights that shine in your eyes Just keep me shadowed, underneath and scared I'm never gonna fight Image, open wound, synthetic stain Let you hate me if you open my eyes Make me unafraid Tell me that it's all wrong World view Crucifix dysfunction Yeah it's all wrong World view Crucifix dysfunction So vulnerable Compatible So vulnerable In love with my own lie So keep descending Make it never ending Advertise a suicide that anyone can try B
I hope you didn't get confused
When those punk-ass other niggas tried to step in my shoes
Who knocked them hoes out the box last year?
In '91 I 'sposed to die, well, how the fuck I'm still standin here?
I don't know what you heard, but I never left
And never got my clique, cause I took care of my damn self
I wish them hoes tried to rush me
And I'ma kill the youngest member in they muthafuckin family
I get respect everywhere I go
I even took a picture killin myself, but they don't hear me though
I'm in a world of my own
Still stick my head under guillotines, and bad dreams on prone
So you better hold your ground up
Cause when I frown up, bitch, I will fuck your town up
You N.W.A/Ice Cube-wanna-be's
Fuck that reel to reel talk, and come get you some of these
Oh, don't tell me, are you scared of the S.P.C.?
Or is it the fact that they kill and die for me?
Fuck you
Bitch
With your broke-ass record label
[ VERSE 4: Ganksta NIP ]
Yo, chill, Point-Blank, he didn't mean what he said
O.P., don't chop his leg, Deuce-Twice, don't chop his head
Lil' Fry, don't cut his throats, Lye, don't feed him to the goats
I just heard some thunder, use
Mission Impossible 2 Lyrics
I never said that i was a fucking poet. I never tried to be something i knew i'd never be. There's no use in pretending. I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely. I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely when i tell you this is straight from the bottom of my broken heart. So please save the excuses for someone who wants to hear them. You're not here; that's all that matters. I'm just afraid that i will never feel this way again. You're not here; that's all that matters. The lies, the deceit; will i ever say enough is enough, or will i continue to let you walk all over me? i am done. Pistol please. I can't take this anymore. Pistol please.
his skin for a raincoatI never said that i was a fucking poet. I never tried to be something i knew i'd never be. There's no use in pretending. I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely. I'll tell you one thing, so listen closely when i tell you this is straight from the bottom of my broken heart. So please save the excuses for someone who wants to hear them. You're not here; that's all that matters. I'm just afraid that i will never feel this way again. You're not here; that's all that matters. The lies, the deceit; will i ever say enough is enough, or will i continue to let you walk all over me? i am done. Pistol please. I can't take this anymore. Pistol please.
DBX, don't cut his heart, I.Q., stop makin faces
You'll get your turn, use his flesh for the horse races
AC-Chill, stop burnin down his house
K-Rino, stop burnin down your spouse
Tec-9, don't stab his girl, Brain-Dead, don't slice her ear
Triple X, stop visualizin cups for blood-thirsty Ill Bill
X Man E, don't follow his sister
She's only 4, don't you think that her parents will miss her?
Jay, don't bust his lip, throw him through the doors
Take down the dynamite attached to his open pores
Niggas, watch yoself when the S.P.C. creepin
Klondike Ken, scratch his eyeballs out while he sleepin
Lizac, don't squeeze his face with the pliers
PSK, you and 38, won't y'all stop makin hair fires
Ganksta NIP is hard as a tank
Click-click-boom-boom at bitch-ass Original Point-Blank
Bitch
Yo, you know I know who the real one
Bitch-ass, trick-ass nigga, it's your boy NIP
Straight up, nigga
Whenever your bitch-ass crew, nigga
Whoever, whenever, wherever's clever
Bitch
Fuck you
Bitch-ass Point-Blank
That fake-ass Point-Blank
When we see you, your ship's gonna sink
In any weather
Bitch