Uiznotanemcee - Lpg

I rock them mics on blocks where Glocks swap war stories

And rocks sing the song of a hustlers game

Game same game where I gain my fame fame

Using them same mics to defend my name in rhyme fights

Then I took it to the stage with a 12 gauge written page

Keep it on safety till a knocker tried to engage me in battle

Switch the style to free and unravel my bullet belt

And unload from the lip to be point blank to be sure its felt

And I deal with it so im never dealt a bad hand

I coming real with it and never sleep cuz I shot the sand man

Im seven sticks of dynamite encased in c4 in box of grenades

At the center o nuclear war

And those who swore I wouldn’t explode got they arms blown off

From trying to hold down lpg from blowing up the underground

And we hot so if you feel yourself suddenly getting warm

Best find shelter from the rain we taking the rap game by storm

And swarm your neighborhood dropping b’s on mcs

While yall just scratch the surface we deep in mentalities

And different realities deal in dimensions and such

To get in gear is automatic but im still great in the clutch

And im sharp to the touch and I stage dive off your chest

And decapitate your style to be a cut above the rest

You is not an mc with empty air headed messages let it be known

We grown incredibly irritated with your tone

Enough to show you first hand how the spot get blown

I crash a paper stash with ink splashin my beliefs

Catch me on West Covina curbs wit words mashin out my teeth

And I’ll be askin who in this circle thinks they can get around

Watch me turn your crew blue and purple like Jordan Downs

Poundin you into the ground the old fashion diss way

And I’m ready for the rest of yall like the end of the 6 th day

And I’m sure you ain’t heard a word I say movin to quickly

And scamperin about with the transience of a gypsy

I come across the lost as frequent as puffy floss

Brothers didn’t know I flipped it till they punk butt got tossed

Claming miscommunication they didn’t know the cost

But its to late they crucified cuz lines was crossed

So I stripped them of they name and now they identified

As the ones who took pride in the fact that at least he tried

But if that’s the case then you should so they can all take part in getting

ripped apart with you

We tip the scale on heavyweight serve you on a 12 inch plate

You tripped and fell in a hopeless state not knowing were you rate

Tell us how you hate what we create but we only concentrate

0n what we know and what going to sell

You is not an mc with empty air headed messages let it be known

We grown incredibly irritated with your tone

Enough to show you first hand how the spot get blown

Im a brother with a plan and a hand full of down

Straight holdin it never found foldin it grow old in it

My education came in whether I was relatin a message

On 58 and not a classroom hatin on playas cuz playas

Indicatin' game this ain’t a game so many lives at stake

And satan is takin aim

Im stakin claim to greatnes representin Christ name

Bold in it told I gain a crown of gold in it

And that’s truer than the skies that my dubs get

Lifted in and bluer than the cries that john lee hooker

Is gifted in been knowin I’m prone to hustle whether

Ruffled feather it makes no dif take a breath

And shake these words off my lips

Makin sure the earth feel my shift and quakes on they plains

With plates of sane talking while walkin that straight lane

Speakin to the aches and pains of a child with nothing to gain

I’ll be moldin it not worried about how much I sold in it

Like your million dollar videos for promotin it hopin it

Is gonna hit but with my eyes closed it sounds like junk

With a crew fulla punks and I’m a brother with a plan

And a hand fulla down straight holdin it

You is not an mc with empty air headed messages let it be known

We grown incredibly irritated with your tone

Enough to show you first hand how the spot get blown