Launch Code

Cult Encounters, Craig G (G, G, G)

It's that official hip-hop, you know (uh)

And if you familiar with me, you already know what I do (you know what I do already)

And if you not (take a listen) yo

Craig G, Tylr C, $adflcko, Cult Encounters

Weak MC's see us in the club and call their bouncers

I'm burning on an ounca, the finest green leafage

Gotta second, but that's all I have so keep it brief kid

The vocal booth ain't have to be wrapped up with police tape

The way I murder beats would make you cancel your release date

What I do in 1 take, you need 33 takes

Always and forever I'll be nice, call me heatwave

Bars are the equivalent to a nuclear war head

The right beats the Launch Code

Touch it and we're all dead

Get it off your chest, but please remain respectful

If I give my guys the signal, believe me they will check you

But imma let you slide, cause I'm working on my karma

Imma man of my word, I live by a code of honor

Cross me, you will get squashed in hellfire

I won't stop rocking, till I retire

Craig G, Cult Encounters, take a listen, yo

I'm burnin on an ounca, the way I murder beats, yo, always and forever

The right beats the launch code

Cult encounters, take a listen, I won't stop rocking

I shoot to kill when you threatening Mr. Bastard

Crack rock bagga when I have ta

Amaru the monster pulls in with one, of his many gadgets

Turn this shit to a ol' scary slasha if I haveta

Then the somber music plays as you hear frightening laughter (ha-ha)

The poet the revolution lies deep within my word patterns,

I'm the rock that the builders rejected a living hazard

I made my whole city wannabe rappers

This official hip hop, to the trailer parks to the complex, where the blood was splattered

Y'all follow blind leaders, I am my own master

I sharpen my own blade and load my own bullets into my blaster

Looking up at the choir redirecting, times and the chapters

Give me my flowers before i'm laying motionless