La The Darkman, Method Man, June Luva , House Gang - Tell Lies Vision lyrics

Homicide Housing the Animalz here

Yo, I'm staying seldom when I sleep
I don't believe in dreams
I'm dead off in New York
So I believe in beams
And since the self reservation first
I'mma be blazing first if not
What the fuck I'm suppose to leave my seed
Heavy coke across the ferry boat
To feed my fiends
Steady to off and quote a note
So I could lead my team
Park militant, deputy colonel
Park killing it
Civilians be stuck on my Island
We call 'em Gilligan
To got, pop Don for sure, Sean John valor
Regular-regular, Glock palm armed for war
Slama drama
Keep the llama in the line of my croth


The bottom line is that I'm
A problem of course
It's all problems, I'mma probably cost
The way my gun, battle your fort
Standing ovations
Plus I clap at your mans in rotation
Demanding donations
Then go to hand-to hand on occassion
I ain't going, nowhere
It's like I'm stamped to the pavement
For my House Gang grant a vacation

My Loose Linx is off the chain
All my dogs bite rabies rip off they fangs
That's what New York like
Riders exposure, we live composers
It's Loose Linx, Staten Island
Livest soldiers
Niggas in here, high and sober
Looking at me wilding
Pushing through the crowds
You know I'm out to get over
It's a Loose Linx invasion
Your man Carlton Fisk paper chasing
Reeping for gangsters in Green Haven
Who seen paper, networked for something major
Fuck behind the wall
Being used for slave labor
It's Homicide Housing
I'm your next door neighbor
Now feel me and my prisoner's song
A deadly melody

Yo, my style's vulgar
Push the new steel blue rover
Sting like king cobra, slap box your Hova
Timbo's I drag 'em, dime birds I bag 'em
Allen Key face on an automatic magnum
For real thugs, keep a gun, mask and glove
It's the Darkman
I come to make you taste your blood
Take a breather, unlace my Jordans
Fuck a diva
Inhale like a Sing-Sing prisoner
Puffin' cheeba my team catch bricks
Like passes to wide receivers
I used to have a name plate belt
With a Caesar
Now I got a mack, with braids, and a Visa
Writing rhymes, drinkin' Valentine
On my leisure
Your wifey, I please her, adultery style
Fuck her raw, while smoke
Come from poultry pounds, it's Darkman

Parental, discreation, advised (vised)
We interrupt your regular scheduled
Program for something live (live)
(Ya'll better realize, ya'll better realize
Television telling lies to your vision, yo)

Yo, ask BET how I'm living
I'm penny pinching
Fuck focus, I'm perfect twenty-twenty vision
From the first to the ninth inning
You gotta love the way I'm winning
Like NBA players love white women
Face facts, in rap, ain't nobody iller
Face facts yup, your boy's back and I
Want my Killa tape back
You can trust it, one fact, gorilla made raps
Nothing to fuck it
With or without a RZA made track
I bring the ruckus, to those
Snitchers die slow
Bitches, suck dick for dough, killas get low
Dealers cut bricks of blow
Method kicks flows picks my hoes
With the same hand that picks my nose
Tell me, who that nigga in the airport, son?
With a half of OZ inside his Air Force Ones
Smell me what's that shit you smoking, Tical

Yo, yo, I'm the dope man
Come through ya block
Swinging coke money, keep a Desert
Tucked in my coat, man
For stick-up niggas, who be
Thinking I'm a joke, man
Come test ya boy and get that ass smoked, man
It's not a game when I told
Ya I cop like sixteens
And I'm constantly on the run
Ducking from d's
Running behind, bushes and trees
I can't even sneeze
And they force me to semi
Up the rebel with ease
I found myself on my knees
Praising for Allah's forgiveness
Cuz deep down I know I'm
On that man shit-list
I move when the wind shift
Catch me on your eastern perimeter
Politic deals with the Senator
Nine shot's enter ya
That'll be the end for ya close ranger
I don't need no muthafuckin' infere'
I'm Staten Island's emperor
I'm bout to add degrees to the temperature
And if you get shot, then it was meant for ya