I Bring The Spirits
I stay in the cut, making felony music
It's dark in his pad but the neighborhood choose it
Refuse it, and I'm bound to lose it
Cus this my life, this the way I do's it
I rose up, to my guilty conscious
I brain storm raps while I go through ah sack
Of yeska, I work call play hall
I know you heard of me ese where ever you are
I've been around the block, ah couple ah times
It's brand new bitches every month on mine
You can't stop me, cus I'm down for the grind
Walking out the demascal, sacrifing for mine
I bring the static, right to your address
Some say I'm wrong scientifical madness
The atlas, know my sinister tunes
Homie ain't no holding back, with this criminal crew
I bring the spirits, to the table
They say who calling it's the Felony Label
Conejo, is conducting the Saos
It's all under control for the moment of chaos
The spirits, all are here
And I'ma make 'em move, like ah puppet tier
Every year, I come out the victor
Crushing muthufuckas like ah bower constricture
Hit the floor, when I kick in doors
Cus this fucking 2-11, could turn into more
Here we go, your pockets under construction
Take your money take your dope, and leaving you broke
The red carpet, when I make an appearance
Homie top row seat, zone out to the beat
Ah drummer war, when I get lifted
It's nothing to ah Harpy cus ah Harpy wicked
And this is, ah world class fix
Coming straight from ah pedaso, of heroin bitch
That's ah norsa, OC ah tar
Spell bound enemigas ain't knowing my call
So who killing who, when the lyrics is fatal
This ah dedication, to all you hater's
Don't get caught up, in the park alone
Cus fugitive g rabbs put the gat to your dome
I bring the spirits, to the table
They say who calling it's the Felony Label
Conejo, is conducting the Saos
It's all under control for the moment of chaos
The spirits, all are here
And I'ma make 'em move, like ah puppet tier
Every year, I come out the victor
Crushing muthufuckas like ah bower constricture