Bishop Nehru, Que Hampton - Exhale lyrics
[Bishop Nehru, Que Hampton - Exhale lyrics]
Yeah, yeah fuck is up nigga?
Suburban Shoguns out this bitch, nigga
On some exhale shit fuck
Wrong with you niggas?
Bout to take over this Hip-Hop shit
Y'all niggas ain't Hip-Hop artists
Y'all niggas is rappers
Get that shit right we out here, nigga
Check it, crack flows cracked floors when
I'm stepping on
Your sound waves never heard it coming
Nigga death did shit you gotta respect it
The Shogun on the record
Bound to chop the top off billboard slots
The autopsy read his head is
Departed from the necklace, the lettuce
So love Christ you get the message
Godly with this shit
So refreshing to know I got the flow
To do in a dude reckless
Nigga sword to the stu'
I'm battering lives with the pad n' the mic
Bashin' the trife
Flows make em' grab for a knife
Before hoes thought he would go postal
Now I'm killing em' global with
All of these cold flows niggas don't know
How they gon' hate? They stay saying
I'm cocky, niggas is not me
They back nigga don't jock me
I kill em' no probably, got mad
Bills no Cosby, started mad autopsies
Who the fuck is gon' stop me?
Que and the ruder niggas you figure
It get no iller if
Iggy was with me the semi would surely hit ya
The mind a lethal weapon, I
Wreck it with lethal seconds
I'm lethal with the nine so
The breath will leave you at seven
Can't stand a sixteen, goddamn I spit mean
My flow slit wrists, hit arteries, just shit
My jet stream don't let em' get steam
I mean bad business
Show you what will happen in a casket
Rap business
Crossin' the seas in different seasons
Leavin' beats in defeat when I'm speakin'
People greeting a God cause I go
Harder, any track know I slaughter
Could probably sleep with ya daughter
I'll be on a-mission to straight riches
Niggas ask to
Get on track, they axe missin', and in fact
I act missin' now I'm the cat that dissin'
I'm a lion, niggas lying
They ain't beating this kitten
Awe shit, I'm rapping mad ign'ant
The black cat bad luck
But attacking with the writtens
Attacking all the kittens
They have to get their lickings
Eat it up, and beat it up
Keys will lock dreams for cream
Drop-top beams, my themes drop top mean
She fiends for top speed
Which means hot rod fiend
Never drop keys or weed in my pocket
A lighter to spark it in
The heart that beats, beats
And beats the hardest
Me n' Que Ham go Rambo, where's
The ammo, niggas ran home
We dismantle your mans hole
Jock and handle, these grand flows
We hot as a candle
So know that the fans go demand more
No name drops, niggas not insane, they'll be
All black like a gothic gang
Got this game in a lock
It's strange cause nauseous lames
Spit all this
Nonsense that still got this fame
It's a shame
Suburban Shoguns out this bitch, nigga
On some exhale shit fuck
Wrong with you niggas?
Bout to take over this Hip-Hop shit
Y'all niggas ain't Hip-Hop artists
Y'all niggas is rappers
Get that shit right we out here, nigga
Check it, crack flows cracked floors when
I'm stepping on
Your sound waves never heard it coming
Nigga death did shit you gotta respect it
The Shogun on the record
Bound to chop the top off billboard slots
The autopsy read his head is
Departed from the necklace, the lettuce
So love Christ you get the message
Godly with this shit
So refreshing to know I got the flow
To do in a dude reckless
Nigga sword to the stu'
I'm battering lives with the pad n' the mic
Bashin' the trife
Flows make em' grab for a knife
Before hoes thought he would go postal
Now I'm killing em' global with
All of these cold flows niggas don't know
How they gon' hate? They stay saying
I'm cocky, niggas is not me
They back nigga don't jock me
I kill em' no probably, got mad
Bills no Cosby, started mad autopsies
Who the fuck is gon' stop me?
Que and the ruder niggas you figure
It get no iller if
Iggy was with me the semi would surely hit ya
The mind a lethal weapon, I
Wreck it with lethal seconds
I'm lethal with the nine so
The breath will leave you at seven
Can't stand a sixteen, goddamn I spit mean
My flow slit wrists, hit arteries, just shit
My jet stream don't let em' get steam
I mean bad business
Show you what will happen in a casket
Rap business
Crossin' the seas in different seasons
Leavin' beats in defeat when I'm speakin'
People greeting a God cause I go
Harder, any track know I slaughter
Could probably sleep with ya daughter
I'll be on a-mission to straight riches
Niggas ask to
Get on track, they axe missin', and in fact
I act missin' now I'm the cat that dissin'
I'm a lion, niggas lying
They ain't beating this kitten
Awe shit, I'm rapping mad ign'ant
The black cat bad luck
But attacking with the writtens
Attacking all the kittens
They have to get their lickings
Eat it up, and beat it up
Keys will lock dreams for cream
Drop-top beams, my themes drop top mean
She fiends for top speed
Which means hot rod fiend
Never drop keys or weed in my pocket
A lighter to spark it in
The heart that beats, beats
And beats the hardest
Me n' Que Ham go Rambo, where's
The ammo, niggas ran home
We dismantle your mans hole
Jock and handle, these grand flows
We hot as a candle
So know that the fans go demand more
No name drops, niggas not insane, they'll be
All black like a gothic gang
Got this game in a lock
It's strange cause nauseous lames
Spit all this
Nonsense that still got this fame
It's a shame