ATTACK BY STRATAGEM ft. K.J. Lyrics

I did the work of slave for the perks of a king

Emerging from the surfaces of murder and

Grieve

Where purps get knocked to Dirt flip flops

The worst pit stop, for bursting shots, seen cops purchase rock

Manic and stress, damn xan on his Breathe

Real panicking mess, man's left dancing wit death

Who's blessed? still poor stuck gambling Debt

Stranded in flesh, praying on a sample and check

Now

Rolling hash, smell the potent batch of hell on my tongue

My Shawty sucking bust a shell in her lounge

Fell in a slump, ponder if I wanna live dwelling on funds

I'm getting close to a cell and a gun

Throwing Dice with this life shit

Fiending for a nice wrist might slit bargain my soul for the right prices

They bite this, niggas be using me like a stipend

My right wrist, move with killer jewels and hype shit

I'm the wonderful asshole ya mother do

Wit a coogie, bucket hat, slacks like a Huxtable

Fuckable

This gat a make you dance like a bugaloo

The mask black just so I can cover the utter truth

Yea

Light shifts when dealing under the nights mist

It's a bummer summer my younging hunger rise quick, why this?

Watching son die living gods sin, Minds bent on my final hour n the time spent

Bare witness

The Nile of emotion where the foulest crowds arouse by commotion

Through a sonic sound I found my devotion

I'm coping with death as of now in this moment

Bound and I'm focus to blow up

I'm like so what, the dough slow up just flow like the cold crush

Sho nuff, me and Rome on our own stuff

Digging in the creates while listening to Capone much

Everybody gotta pay to live, laws from a racist pig

Could never own the planet, cause he made it his

I pray to live long, even tho I was did wrong,

Til my atoms crack and my memories in a neuron

I told you life is a Gamble I'm moving right thru the scandal

Life in shambles Lightin candles pursuing Mikes over Sandals

See Bruthas on the corner they shootin dice with no amo

Treat This mic like the rock I'm too precise with the handle

Hand on my chest I ain't planning to rest

Niggas scamming for checks hand to hand Gamble for less

Can't test land of the stress now u famine for death

Can't flex cuz I ain't done till they stamp me the best

This philosophical rap for philosophical cats

This fellas fulfilling a feeling it's still a bop when I black

I'm spillin logical facts I feel unstoppable black

For shiny jewels grimy dudes Peel the block for a stack

This the game plan move in silence we in the same stance

Faith lands Jotting these words worth about 8 bands

Knocking kool G keep it raw imma Kane fan

We gettin Sharp u know soon as the plane land

I'm Malcolm x resurrected in the flesh

Brother J with the Clan like I'm reppin. for the X

My Moms told me son never settle for the less

So I'm taking what I want bet u never would've guessed

Lizards with the face of men

Spat acid that lazilk the third eye close from Curbs i rose

Wit affirmative acts, to further my racks

Know fiends who turnt ghost from a serving of pack (Pac)

Facts

Niggas faker then these bitches surgery gaps

America, rabbit hole full of worry, and rats

Blast jazz with a bad bitch pouring me yack

Thinking bout the lost time that my mother regret

In Twenty two years, I see it through clear Like a souvenir

My new peers, hate my potential a Nigga too rare

Ex still call to pursue here

Shawty fucked my last mans with my baby in here stomach

Who cares?

Guzzling beers; let the weak rebuttal with fear

We Suffer in pairs, wishing that brother was here

Dead body never blinks its the ugliest stare

I swear, wanna do dirt but the fucking mud is severe

Peace to my young Padawans, nigga paddle on

Take the saddle off, why bondage to be a vagabond

Nagging on, in ya gadgets scraping ya saddest songs

We was born, Into tax brackets detach the poor

I seen it drawn on them pyramid walls

They fearing us all, the black man merely dissolve

Vivid memoirs of niggas graveyard and dead cat scans

Where they take the organs from corpses and leave a flat man

Word to my backhand, I will smack the shit out the purps

Lurking the earth, from the shadows like Batman

Behold the images thou ought to paint as a lyricist

World be ruled under the wickedness

lessons from a fool

Babies are being schooled on agenda-based premises