Crews' Corpses
RUH
Ayo, well I'm the other side of the moon
Well I'm the other side of the moon that's never seen between the twilight
Fluorescent is my method, it's gleamin beneath the high light
Cuz my mic, will strike like holdin snake eyes on a nine dice
And spit like venomous cobras leachin poison into your eye sight
You doubtin? so flowers my seed that hasn't sprouted
Only one is dedicated to make it outta the thousand
When that rocket finally takin off, we doin jumpin jacks for mankind
Landin on a brain cell propellin thoughts into your damn mind
I'm a land mine, explodin the truth so you try to ban mine
Where the hell you comin off with these questions, like fuckin can I?
Well I'll blow you out of proportions, you gayer than Jeff Gordon
Throwin your fortunes left handed, demandin she get an abortion
Your rainbow flows way below zero degrees with a freeze and frostbite
My speech is like braces with teeth, the phrases floss tight
I beat that ass so bad the first time you think you lost twice
And listen to your stupid excuses about your off night
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
Fire breather, got the eye up on the ether
I'm just comin through like a fuckin heat seaker
Go cop your two seater, me I'm just a flu speaker
I'm thinkin outside the states of your mind, it's Puerta Rica
Got rich dreams not quick schemes, I mix things with this team
And I just hit em with the beam
No crime scene, clean killers, you get chemically dismembered
And I'm just real calm, but I dare you test the temper
And we just champions repeatin, you plannin to get a beatin
I'm bustin em just for fun, they callin the style skeetin
Needin nothing, y'all feedin the frontin, push the button
And set me off, let me off the leash and I'm a beast
Get your beats, get your weed, your mind right
Drop your heat, proceed to get your limelight
It's yours for takin, the beats are for the breakin
We got moves that need makin so I'm Camp Crystal Lakin
Straight Jason, yeah my man got a fuckin hockey mask
Halloween with these dreams, now who gon stop me? ask
Now who gon stop you? ask
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
Took a breath and I stepped out the silence
A dash of melted irony sizzlin in your iris
Blood shot your eye whites with Carolina's finest
I'm highness, laughin at haters payin they homage
I'm a promiser, broken bones thrown in turbines
I smack every little ass syllable out your rhymes
Unleash the end times from inside your enzymes
How you talkin bout a crowd? couldn't move a wind chime
Somebody give em the rhythm or send em a enema for your ear
Spittin out these images, cinemas in the air
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
Ayo, well I'm the other side of the moon
Well I'm the other side of the moon that's never seen between the twilight
Fluorescent is my method, it's gleamin beneath the high light
Cuz my mic, will strike like holdin snake eyes on a nine dice
And spit like venomous cobras leachin poison into your eye sight
You doubtin? so flowers my seed that hasn't sprouted
Only one is dedicated to make it outta the thousand
When that rocket finally takin off, we doin jumpin jacks for mankind
Landin on a brain cell propellin thoughts into your damn mind
I'm a land mine, explodin the truth so you try to ban mine
Where the hell you comin off with these questions, like fuckin can I?
Well I'll blow you out of proportions, you gayer than Jeff Gordon
Throwin your fortunes left handed, demandin she get an abortion
Your rainbow flows way below zero degrees with a freeze and frostbite
My speech is like braces with teeth, the phrases floss tight
I beat that ass so bad the first time you think you lost twice
And listen to your stupid excuses about your off night
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
Fire breather, got the eye up on the ether
I'm just comin through like a fuckin heat seaker
Go cop your two seater, me I'm just a flu speaker
I'm thinkin outside the states of your mind, it's Puerta Rica
Got rich dreams not quick schemes, I mix things with this team
And I just hit em with the beam
No crime scene, clean killers, you get chemically dismembered
And I'm just real calm, but I dare you test the temper
And we just champions repeatin, you plannin to get a beatin
I'm bustin em just for fun, they callin the style skeetin
Needin nothing, y'all feedin the frontin, push the button
And set me off, let me off the leash and I'm a beast
Get your beats, get your weed, your mind right
Drop your heat, proceed to get your limelight
It's yours for takin, the beats are for the breakin
We got moves that need makin so I'm Camp Crystal Lakin
Straight Jason, yeah my man got a fuckin hockey mask
Halloween with these dreams, now who gon stop me? ask
Now who gon stop you? ask
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
Took a breath and I stepped out the silence
A dash of melted irony sizzlin in your iris
Blood shot your eye whites with Carolina's finest
I'm highness, laughin at haters payin they homage
I'm a promiser, broken bones thrown in turbines
I smack every little ass syllable out your rhymes
Unleash the end times from inside your enzymes
How you talkin bout a crowd? couldn't move a wind chime
Somebody give em the rhythm or send em a enema for your ear
Spittin out these images, cinemas in the air
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
We move crowds and move words on some ouija board shit
Our styles underground like your crews' corpses
Credits
Writer(s): C.shreve The Professor
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