Letras
When darkness
Fills our sky
We seek a place
Where we hope to hide
And I know you can't
See the way through
But believe me there's a helping hand to guide you
I kinda got a complex
Turn the objects into projects
So what the ops next
Professor Terrence Howard Concepts
Stencil beat em til black and blue
Colorblind another hue, so divine
The levels through, heaven gates the pebbles flew
The jig is up, two snaps the pen is pumped
3, 4, fives or 50, 11, dozen
Aiming ain't no discussion
Bars slaughter you cousin
Constantly shorty bussing
Dick for her consumption, conjunction
Prove you are strong enough
Shit bout to get real spooky right now man
Yo, burn your whole village down, the white man did it
Smoking on that puffy pack, shit sacrilegious
Fearless and vicious
What's the consequence when you ain't robbed and pissed
On your own homies grave nigga
You should vomit ticks, retro bombing clicks
Makaveli student in this bitch
War ready anytime, calisthenics make me rich
Fuck your diddy bop, get your cranny popped
We ain't letting up
Other niggas claiming that they tough
But they scrotums tucked
They bleed just like us, they eggplant eaters
Gatekeepers catch a fade, my pen a street sweeper
Stomping out your leader
He lose a couple liters
Oh that Tramps, a decoy, filet, and make them geezers
Operation the reaper
Grim timbs and scullies, all black the backdrop
Stealth mode, cool runnings
Polaroids the fundings
Teleportin a quantum leap, slap your son to sleep
He currently counting sheep
Or monitors chimin beep
Who doing the slow singing
Lily and rose bringing, really your codes caved in
All to behold I'm made man
Plotting traps, I'm jigsaw