Swat And Bloodhounds 3 ft. Butafly, Barzini, Zoey Blaq, Blaqbonez, Feedback, N6, Ms Chief, DTruce & Jberg Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2013
Lyrics
[ti:10 Swat And Bloodhounds 3 ft. Butafly, Barzini, Zoey Blaq, Blaqbonez, Feedback, N6, Ms Chief, DTruce & Jberg]
Intro
I got the realest flow
And the realest fans
And I aint billing your mans
*** hands
Royal I want twenty kids, nine wives
You a bitch nigga
You pussy without the nine lives
You feline are weak can never talk man to man
Im chocolate man shit I got the same
***
Ive been in the six now
Competitors give him a lyrical beat down
They call me a *** now
Better than ever they never compete now
Virtually insane boy jemerokwa
The flows like the bands
Shit is verified
See how I cover the town
Like a mud rain
You cant wash me home boy
Im a blood stain
Nice I master this
Supersized is hazardous
Make me say oh God Christ of Nazareth
I need a girl that stay come through pain
Cus you know my dick hang like ***
Ama leave you right where
You right there you stand
Every nightmare is quite clear
You new to this so watch me kill a mic near you
I dare you, try to walk in my shoes
And see what my *** you
Rap icon, rap Idol
I do what defines IQ
On my Steve jobs eye shit
Twenty to seven on my radius pie shit
That means I got two hours left
Take a clean shower then put power
In a twin towers
Yes, so why they ask me whats the true religion
I just wanna stack paper in my true religion
In my jeans, in my jeans
I don’t mean my trousers
Alcoholic knowledge
You can say im drunk on power
And you I cannot give a fuck about
You got a motorola flow
All you do is talk about em
All about killer tracks
Moving em like contrabands
So when I cock that killer cream
Ama call it slaughter house
I lace raps around your girl like corsets
You know the flow tap like faucets
And I spit that laid back flow
I aint got to force it
New kids are spinning it
OJ’s endorse it
I make you press rewind
Its inevitable
Get you saying shit like
Who this kid dog
Men he low key lyrical
Killing every syllable
Could he be the new school J town miracle
And you aint fucking with my flow
That’s a clear case
Must be drunk to fuck with me
That’s a beer case
You a turtle what you doing in a deer race
Twelve steps ahead
And there’s eleven on the stair case
You don’t know me
Well you do now
We know it’s a problem
About to shut your crew down
You a pussy what you doing in a dog pound
Come across me
You gon be dinner to a blood hound
Making attempts to kill
This is no man slaughter
Im a man slaughter you niggas
And fucking ***
Your girl hating
Ask her to go ***
Line of girls waiting for me
To give a fuck later
Bye hater okay
Back to the subject
Im calibrating the standards
Of rulling on older subjects
Boss a nigga, pick up the ***
Before the cops come
No other dance league
No reason to run when the cops come
At the club sipping rum
Done with my bottle head back to the streets
To get my daily *** sums
Feeling cool like im condition in the air
Bring you’re A game that’s the condition
When im here
Uh
I go deep like i scuba dive
Stay dope underwater
Smoking up, call me sea weed
Hanging on to the game
Pressing al the right spots
So I never fall in love like the dead leaves
And haters take a french leave
You get it
They so scared they chicken out on announce
That’s a French leave
And take note ama knock you off track
If you getting in my beans all the time tryna add lips
On the streets im a beast, im a lion
Classify me with the stars boy oraion
I mean I merk these niggas without trying
They wacker than the movie producers of mount zion
So many stars I need to align up what
I know what time it is
Hommie your times up
It’s a firing squad and haters are lined up
So even when I back down
Im blowing their spine up
You sound quack, you’re a sitting duck
Like ashawos on the plain
I still couldn’t give a flying fuck
Ha lyrical murderer microphone
Verbally killing any bee
Check my voice tone
So calm down relax a bit
Or dey there dey form shit like laxatives
Im keeping it real, saying shit like it is
Me and you aint blood
So its never relative
Shout out to all my south south niggas
No goal kick even though we ball out niggas
Believe my street cred so call out niggas
An album with strippers
And say we all out niggas
Hear the space flow call a nigga ET
Streets is cold so these niggas steady packing heat
Omo you test me
I leave you buried
No knight house but trust wonberi
Hood boy with the swagga of a donimua
Rep last gidi let em know where im from
I broke the chains better free me from the norm
Ice spit knowledge while you niggas stay dumb
I got the best on the track
Rep the west never wack
Africa you can find it on the map
Dropping buddies like a nine
Yeah im steady in the mode
Its Big T I bring fire for the cold
Get the picture, no J peck
I go raw on the beat like fuck latex
Freestyle to infinity
I spit like the semi
Im local but your girl is feeling me
From the creeks spitting fire like a war ship
See ive been making more points than a score sheet
A mic killer you can tell it with the voice voice
Spit dumb bars like the raps are freaking voiceless
So up yours if you under estimate me
I kill a rapper like murder was the case G
A spin a *** on a track, heavy on attack
And that’s *** I cut your belly to the back
Like a liberal I need ** skills
Cant ** my right clubs on my freaking tails
Ever said im wack hommie that na epic fail
Cus even if you plan
Ama kick a flow ***
I spit the holy grill
Because the bars come harder than a witness
With a boner that was stuck in jail
A real king see the ** form my heavy
Cus im bloody with the flow
Like a pear between my legs is what I said
Many have escaped from *** asylum
He lost he’s mind as he started to find it
Talk about the most heartless of cycles
Who probably finish his money
Buying extinguishers
And testing by setting his own apartment on fire
The hardest assignment was gravity was hard to define it
But never hard to defy it
I disintegrate my molecules
Flying particles high in the sky
** you odensity
Was always meant to be
Prove that im lawless with science
Ive got a girl but im more or less pumped
I cant afford my own place
Nigga poorman stop
Drinking my sorrows away
Before I pour my next cup
I thinking of sneaking my chick in a room
That was rejected my ** chesnut
Tell her baby slam the door lets fuck
My little sanity
Responsible for profanity
And the way I go ham on beats
I renew the disciple
Never fell on the floor
*** away from the whole family
Make way
Bad man coming through
With the bloodhounds crew
And we aiming for your head
Make way
Like my hommie big terror
Step up into the hood
Screaming who want ***
Make way
** arrogant ** tryna mess with the arrogant
Make way, abeg
Make way, you say
Make way, abeg
***
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Hip hop, load em
Chill, chill
Chillchill man D Truce chill
What the fuck