Camu Tao - Wireless lyrics

Put the gun down (Rawkus)

I want a roll a batch colder
Than the ice you catch
Hardcore, bite my shit, I crack ya polar caps
It's open session on the hopers dreaming
It's open season on the worthless scheming
One of you weak niggas will
Get stabbed in the throat
With a piece of broken record
On some old honest approach
I'm common cold pocket cause
The heats waiting
And ya'll look like a bunch of
Niggas that wanna meet Satan
It's unbearable how I be wrecking your stereo
Shot you with a? Now
It's a different scenario
I got a basement full of caskets
Waiting for you faggots hating
Mr freeze dangerous for you maggots skating
On thin ice that I just produced
You'll get your guts reduced yo
I'll rip your shoulders out
I'm wrapped in solar towers
So hot to your heart
I'll make you rip it out and hold it out
Now you can beat it or get beat with it
Each get it with the heat
Deal with cheap seated niggas
I had time to sit back in time and time-frame
Wide range, fifty foot brains with a migraine
Ram a fist in your whore
And leave the doors hurtin
Then squeeze a problem and dead it
And leave the pores squitin
I drink a glass of magma
And shit out hot flashes
You fucked around so long your legs a
Like a box of stock matches
Your shit's expired, look your shit's on fire
And across town I'm choking your bitch
With a strand of piano wire
You dumb motherfuckers will get
Your wig ripped back like it was gift-wrap
You'll be sitting in hell
There receiving a call
To blueprint your brain and trace
Every curve in your skull

I'm wireless connect the day i'm wireless
You know these niggas don't play
No connectors needed no respect is needed
No infections treated
All villains get treated the same

I usually steal the show and
Leave a nigga teethless
And shred his fucking face
Into a million pieces
And you're only making matters worse
When I squeeze your skinny neck
And make your adams burst
I'm cutting percentages out of niggas
With a rusty blade
Spit into every crevice where
The cuts are made
I ain't the same, when I'm hot seated
Ya'll niggas are low class
With no pilots heated
Take my arms and legs and I'll still hold on
To your pathetic attempts
Put a raw gram of liquid acid
And set it to rest
Cause your pathetic attempts is the
Best that it gets
Erase your states of bullshit
Put your bitch in a case
And smack you so hard the blood cells
Rush to the side of your face
Cause, I got some sick
Intentions with connectors needed
Send six in your ribs, The six dimensions
No estrogen from the stores cat
No text is needed just a Desert Eagle handle
With some pressure needed
This Niggas bleedin, give him a towel
With a gun in the mouth
Their only speaking in vowels
I'm stubbin my brains locked like
A thousand court cases
And like a doctor without a job
Kid I don't have the patience
Split twenty heads, in each district
With two pieces of concrete in my fists
You'll leave with your teeth missing
See, you don't know where the heats sittin
And in a minute you'll be trying
To see where the meats rippin
And with your head, neck and your leg
I tie it in knots
Pick you up and drop you off
In the midnight deposit box