AWAR, Poison Pen, Diabolic - Gang Initiation lyrics
[AWAR, Poison Pen, Diabolic - Gang Initiation lyrics]
Live from the Beat X awar
We got the Fallen Angels we got Triple Optix
We got Stronghold that's what's poppin' yo
Diabolic, Poison Pen, Awar
Let's take 'em to war yo take 'em to war yo
I'm here, stainless steel ice grill
Razor proof skin do a show in hell
Raise the roof with enough space to move in
Walkin' with Satan's troops
I'm color changing your mood rings
Raid the food in your fridge
With a sabor tooth grin chomp it down
I'll make your smile mold a necklace
And kick a black hole in your solar plexus
On my stomping grounds
You speak Islamic now
Rap in a broken language
Translating Bin Laden in a Pig
Latin and ten axes and a pimp's passion
Walk with a little limp action
Sprinklin' baby powder on mit's for my
Assistant pimps who get distracted
I'm >❓❓<, and if I said it I meant it
I'll have your girl missing periods
Like a run on sentence
So keep your guns on the entrance
Or play laser tag with inferreds
The kiss of death
Serving Molotov cocktails in hell's kitchen
Lethal weapon like Mel Gibson
Death to the fate of your ruler
Cause my fam drops enough gems
To bankrupt Jacob the jeweler
Wake up your medula, you don't tote Glocks
You smoke cocks in the industry
Your infantry sounds like a
Bunch of broke Pacs
>In the street❓❓< never sold rock but I got
Your souls locked on a triple beam
Like ya blown hops to smithereens
Bump y'all
I can see down the back of your throat
Jump y'all, you think that we cracking a joke
Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all
Crush y'all jaw motherfuck y'all
Yo, cops are lookin' for an
Excuse to call reinforcements
So proceed with caution, or see a coffin
I'll read your fortune, I can see the future
Squeeze a Ruger, serve beef like Peter Luger
D's and troopers, the first of three targets
To get set up framed
For first degree charges
Any rapper you put verses me garbage
I'd rather serve or pee and
Burn the weed harvest
You cannot be hood, you Hollywood pussy
Well 'bolic just want that Hollywood pussy
I could rap for weeks
Y'all just rappin' weak
You ain't have the streets
You had 'em fast asleep
I ain't blastin' heat, na I slash and butcher
Cause y'all punk bitches like Ashton Kutcher
Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse
Defeat's out my price range
Can't afford to lose
Money talks, it speaks and I listen
And life's the bitch with bare
Feet in my kitchen
Screamin' and bitchin' so I'm
Plottin' for wealth
Gettin' bars off my chest
Like I'm spottin' myself
Yo, my optical stance
Standin' at the top of the planet
Hip-Hop's the only obstacle in the ways
Of dollars I can't get
If I gotta pack >confised❓❓< cannon to
Profit off the promise land
To blow up popsicle stands
Slayin' contraband i'll get my chance yeah
You smile for the media
Blurb about the jewels he havin'
I'll get your smile in a mediums
And curve your enthusiasm
Cause, I flirt with death
Like the Grin Reaper had a trim beaver
I work out tracks like a
Gym teacher's new receiver
I make your protojays
Slit your throat with your shoulder blade
Motivate cultin' visions
Because when inside and out and
It's the only ultimatum
And every degenerate knows
I won't rest my dome
With airwaves flooded with my genetic clones
When the name Awar rest in peace
Is etched in the headstone
The beats bang like Gang Initiation
Free Easy Duke till a pulp fiction
We got the Fallen Angels we got Triple Optix
We got Stronghold that's what's poppin' yo
Diabolic, Poison Pen, Awar
Let's take 'em to war yo take 'em to war yo
I'm here, stainless steel ice grill
Razor proof skin do a show in hell
Raise the roof with enough space to move in
Walkin' with Satan's troops
I'm color changing your mood rings
Raid the food in your fridge
With a sabor tooth grin chomp it down
I'll make your smile mold a necklace
And kick a black hole in your solar plexus
On my stomping grounds
You speak Islamic now
Rap in a broken language
Translating Bin Laden in a Pig
Latin and ten axes and a pimp's passion
Walk with a little limp action
Sprinklin' baby powder on mit's for my
Assistant pimps who get distracted
I'm >❓❓<, and if I said it I meant it
I'll have your girl missing periods
Like a run on sentence
So keep your guns on the entrance
Or play laser tag with inferreds
The kiss of death
Serving Molotov cocktails in hell's kitchen
Lethal weapon like Mel Gibson
Death to the fate of your ruler
Cause my fam drops enough gems
To bankrupt Jacob the jeweler
Wake up your medula, you don't tote Glocks
You smoke cocks in the industry
Your infantry sounds like a
Bunch of broke Pacs
>In the street❓❓< never sold rock but I got
Your souls locked on a triple beam
Like ya blown hops to smithereens
Bump y'all
I can see down the back of your throat
Jump y'all, you think that we cracking a joke
Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all
Crush y'all jaw motherfuck y'all
Yo, cops are lookin' for an
Excuse to call reinforcements
So proceed with caution, or see a coffin
I'll read your fortune, I can see the future
Squeeze a Ruger, serve beef like Peter Luger
D's and troopers, the first of three targets
To get set up framed
For first degree charges
Any rapper you put verses me garbage
I'd rather serve or pee and
Burn the weed harvest
You cannot be hood, you Hollywood pussy
Well 'bolic just want that Hollywood pussy
I could rap for weeks
Y'all just rappin' weak
You ain't have the streets
You had 'em fast asleep
I ain't blastin' heat, na I slash and butcher
Cause y'all punk bitches like Ashton Kutcher
Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse
Defeat's out my price range
Can't afford to lose
Money talks, it speaks and I listen
And life's the bitch with bare
Feet in my kitchen
Screamin' and bitchin' so I'm
Plottin' for wealth
Gettin' bars off my chest
Like I'm spottin' myself
Yo, my optical stance
Standin' at the top of the planet
Hip-Hop's the only obstacle in the ways
Of dollars I can't get
If I gotta pack >confised❓❓< cannon to
Profit off the promise land
To blow up popsicle stands
Slayin' contraband i'll get my chance yeah
You smile for the media
Blurb about the jewels he havin'
I'll get your smile in a mediums
And curve your enthusiasm
Cause, I flirt with death
Like the Grin Reaper had a trim beaver
I work out tracks like a
Gym teacher's new receiver
I make your protojays
Slit your throat with your shoulder blade
Motivate cultin' visions
Because when inside and out and
It's the only ultimatum
And every degenerate knows
I won't rest my dome
With airwaves flooded with my genetic clones
When the name Awar rest in peace
Is etched in the headstone
The beats bang like Gang Initiation
Free Easy Duke till a pulp fiction