Gangrene, Roc C , Evidence - Dark Shades - 196434 lyrics

Gotta step back for this shit
(A BIRD, A PLANE, TRAIN) An auto mobile
An undefied moment flyin' over the hills
I know what I know and
What I don't can't hurt

Big Ben on the piano I programme and dirt
Lord Steppington
Stepping in like George Jefferson

Count step a leather preference
Reverend run this rap shit

Till we cross the finish line
And they wave the flag with the
Checkers and the criss cross
Gold medallist in the disc toss
Demo's out the window I fling

Like I'm watched by the pit boss
A feeling in my gut like Rick Ross
Chips in the air chuck a deuce and get lost

I don't give a fuck
I was thinking about holding my
Guitar and wearing dark shades

I'm like the gun shooting
Off speeding bullets
Let the air hit your ear and hair
The flying bullet
I'm the heir to the throne up in here
Just keep lookin' man I swear
Got strings on the puppet you gonna pull it

Singular Semtex Cyanide and evil eye
Born in an evil time, crime in my DNA
A-N-D slick talkin' getchu R-IP

They throwin the locs and watch a nigga D-IE
I beat em with beats
I'm Blade with the shades, Marvel marvelous
Crack ya, and watch them stagger
They lost their swagger
Perhaps they just swagger jackin'

Mick Jagger lives live from the tabernacle