Gods and Generals 2

My flow cock-d, Des be the meanest

Pulsating beams on the gat leave you spleen-less

Built right in, you don't hold iron, you lying

But my license to carry stays tucked, why?

Don't let the clean record fool you

If they eva found out the dirt I've done

They'd throw me under the jail

And building of the jail won't talk

But instead I'm on your block

Twin air brush glocks claiming all your guap

Me and my ace we done took your place

Blow the kush in your face while you state your case

Disrespectful you know why? We don't give a fuck

We a lil outta pocket but I dare you to brush your luck

You betta duck quick cuz the sound of the four/five busting

You running got me love sick

You dumb shit learn the science to the math

Or I let my bitch shake you for an hour & a half

They need to set steady beef free let Koosy out the gate

We need the Hilltop Hustlers back, the Park Side Killaz

Club Fever, the rap we spit bust ya speaker

I'm wit the Gods and Generals throwing up ether

You in the land of the poets, where every man is a motive

A bulldozing the game, not sure if you notice

That Q Dominion is pure focus, raw talent

We balance the beams evenly and face the challenge

We own up to the name, we spit raps spacely

Outta this world, gon' whateva rap take me

And even if Planetary ain't the best breathing

I leave 'em at loss for words and their chest wheezing

You and your man beefing? Let me get on the horn

And see how these Voltron niggas will transform

We come so deep; man they'll lower the casket

Bury us alive, we look up at the streets cracking

() Des Devious

We still Gods of rap, we still Generals

Serial kill the track, we pure criminals

Disrespect straight up, fuck subliminals

Disconnect your neck, you're so pitiful

Yo, when OS in the building, you need to listen up

This ain't '94, when will you give it up?

I ain't gotta freestyle, I ain't gotta write graph