Cul de Sac

Step into the cinema
In-between your headphones but a visual art
Get the popcorn put the vinegar
Sit back, chew slow while I spit a bar
Sam Beckett, I'm a legend of the iller gods
Laughin' at the fans of these bitter frauds
Don't understand what you sayin' pa, let alone figure you - pants that don't fit a brawd
Fuck that man I role with a killer squad
Duck fast, finna blow when a trigger spark
Luck last for a while then you hit a loss
Longevity a friend to me I kill it all
Trust trash then you have to be in a morque
Puff pass, get cash when I bill a bong
Truck stash full of doe when I hit a bar
Alcoholic I'm a hazard with the liquor dawg
Getting' me faded will only be takin me to a level that you wack muthafuckas can't handle
I'll never be shaken, I'm deep in the makin' of street legend, damagin' the mic rap vandal
Crew real game spit
Switchin' it up call it an ill face lit
Boost a bar, you'll lose your brawd to food for thought
Bitches are hungry for the meals we bring, get a doggy bag
While a rapper catch a body bag
I know you thinkin' "Yo, he probly mad"
But wait 'till I switch, you takin' a piss, my pen on the brink
I murder the ink until a nigga hollerin' that Gotti back

It ain't no way
If you wanna get passed and advance, ask mans for a chance
It ain't no way
If the kat called Sam on the track and that ass don't spaz
It ain't no way
If the track on blast and the fans don't demand more play
Said it aint no way
Cul de Sac
Better go that way
Papa's back

I'm a soldier at war when I step in the door hear to kill the sobriety enemy
Say salute to the glass, we ain't lookin' for dash and we only got ice as artillery
Roger that, better clear the vicinity
Fire in the hole, got shooters in front of me
Full metal jacket with juice in abundancy
Shot to the head my wig loose as dungaree

This be where the zoozoo's at
Where they makin' all the new rules at
Call it juju rap
Lyrical Tip with the new boom bap
Veteran but he a new school kat
Where the guru at
Check the future in the palm, who's that?
Nigga with the armed roulette
And he's starved too bad
Big fish up in the boardroom laugh
Fuck around and make the harpoon clap and its lunch time
Don't you fuck around in rough times
Cos the hunger is a tough drive
Cos I've been instinctive when up in this business, my balls are the witness
I bust when I come and I trust mine
Trust my reflection, I trust god
I'm him, so I have to be plush guy
The clouds are my pen when I touch skies
Precipitate thoughts and I touch lives
Positive or negative
To a detriment or benefit
Any level we ahead of it
Only reason why we been slept on cos the industry a vehicle for sedatives
Yeah, so go ahead nigga sleep on
Yeah mami, damn shame you don't see more
Revolution won't be televised, it'll be set in time so we can snap shot... and be gone

It ain't no way
If you wanna get passed and advance, ask mans for a chance
It ain't no way
If the kat called Sam on the track and that ass don't spaz
It ain't no way
If the track on blast and the fans don't demand more play
Said it aint no way
Cul de Sac
Better go that way
Papa's back

I'm a soldier at war when I step in the door hear to kill the sobriety enemy
Say salute to the glass, we ain't lookin' for dash and we only got ice as artillery
Roger that, better clear the vicinity
Fire in the hole, got shooters in front of me
Full metal jacket with juice in abundancy
Shot to the head my wig loose as dungaree