Summer In The City

When X comes through with the one-two-P

And hit you with the slug, Murderah

Then I comes through with the one named Hit

And hit you with the fire, Murderah

Then Popeye will pop your eye

When he hit you with the slug, Murderah

Don't come forget the one Sly-Fy

When he hit you with the slug, Murderah

Takin' it to the next level, full force with mash

Had to get in that ass, here come the pop to the dash

I, I'm in the sky, ain't no stoppin' me now, I'm high

I'm do or die tactics, survive

Multiple wounds to the brain leavin' you stained, redrum

Bustin' your eardrum with lyrics, come get some

To your face, the name, music money's the game

Violators get dealt with, I bend with mega brains

Powers, check the file, I'm leavin' 'em sour

Thinkin' you can stop me now? I done got thick like flour

Shower you niggas with this unorthodox biz

This is an emergency, got me irkin' 'em with the gift

Blaze up a spliff, now I'm lit, ready to split your wig

Head in the hog, head cheese 'cause you's a guinea pig

That's what I say about a sucker in a dress

Address me with respect or catch a slug to the chest

Once again, recognize the real LBC

Right off of Line Block, and my niggas ain't playin'

We got to introduce y'all to my nigga named Sly-Fy

To put one in your brain, is you ready? Come on

I state that I'm so intelligent of a lyricist

Creative vision beyond eyesight, fast like the speed of light

Yesterday was a good day, so is today

Lifted at all times, but on point with rhymes, that's what I gotta say

You better pray to God, nigga, that you alive

Sly-Fy thank the Lord for givin' me

The gift to use my tongue as a sword

Really, in life I'm livin', givin' this rap shit my all

R. Kelly was right, sometimes bodies call

Yes, y'all, who got some ass for the night?

Blast off lyrics on niggas with major

Force like when lightning strikes

Get ass kicked, your flows is plastic

Measure these MCs is taken gon' make me get drastic

Jurassic tyrannosaurus-like stompin' on brains

Leavin' your whole head crushed, thoughts left in drains

This flow is, I been known for killin' mentals

Indent paper never, I start thoughts wherever

Now who really want some of y'all? Pull out your gun and draw

I cock back and blast every last one of y'all

Leave you with a stunted jaw, so what you runnin' for?

I could've sworn I told you niggas I was comin', dawg

Comin' off the curb with it, burnin' that herb with it

Straight relax in the 'Lac, kick back and swerve with it

Makin' sure my birds fitted, nerds get it right

I'm writin' every word in my verse or recite

Spit tight like a virgin with murderous verbs in it

Y'all herbs need a waitress, an apron just to serve niggas

I heard niggas was hatin' 'cause my turn isn't ended, dawg

It's been an infinite of words gettin'

In your system, nigga, turn this shit up

Bring some beef and extra chicken and I burn this shit up

Forever spittin' hella writtens, leavin' verses lit up

First nigga to think he rippin' be the first ripped up, so get up

Ripped up, ooh

I told y'all, rip the game bloody

It's not a game

Tabernacle, church