Planet Asia, Black Thought - Over Your Head lyrics

Come on, yeah anybody in the party that’s
Afraid of the dark
Shellshocked, waiting on Asia to start
Break down, break bread
Let it go to your head
If you feel you’re over the ledge
Then don’t be scared
It’s just a small thing baby girl
Don’t be scared
Come on man, you a soldier right
Don’t be scared
You’re now in it over your head
But don’t be scared
Trying to say my man gettin
When you know he ain’t dead

I’m getting mine, but I’m fittin’ to get more
Smooth pimp brother
Who the bitches check for off top everyday
I’m still spitting that dope
Hit you like weed with
Coke and cigarette smoke
Bring your clown ass round here
And tell your best joke
That’ll be the best way for you
To get your neck broke
Bottom, top shop niggas is
Puffin' the best Stoges
Planet Asia from the motherfuckin’ west coast

On blast from the ‘Five-Five-Nine’, on task
I put it down, put the town on smash
Who want clash?
My hustlers in the field for the cash
Ladies of leisure hopping out of cabs
Dope popping out of bags
Folk dropping out of class my shine
Got the haters still talking out
They ass at times
Be on the grind in the parks
And in the ave for mines
At the bottom, in a bucket full of crabs
Y’all in-the-way niggas still fuckin’
Up the path, for real
And got my little man’s future looking bad
It’s ill
Y’all Smack DVDs niggas ain’t real at all
‘Cause real killers keep
Their hammers concealed it’s like win
Lose or draw when reality spills
Battle me chill
I’ll leave you with your cavities filled
And you can never understand
How His Majesty feels
‘Cause it’s way beyond albums and deals
It’s big business, long hours, for real
Strong power from the tower of skill
Knockin’ you cowards right up
Out of your shells now follow the drill
I markets like Emoryville
Y’all Fuckin’ with ‘Asia’ - you
Must be swallowing pills


I used to be broke, but now I’m getting dough
The Asiatic poured with the fortified flow
On sight, I’m nothing polite
But y’all already know
Hit you like ‘Thirty-eights
Four-fives and fo-fos’
Bring your clown ass round here
And bring your best folk
That’ll be the easiest way
To get your ass smoked
By the block, hitters from Philly to the ‘No
Black Thought
He from the motherfuckin’ East coast
Where cops don’t really go in
Ain’t shootin’ no videos my block
The main strength in the city of the ‘No
Where the killers aim clips and
Kick it with silly hoes
Quick to set yo' ass up for
A little bit of dough
It’s the well-protected, smooth
Caramel-complected
The fragrance of a pharaoh's essence
Executive directed a bold message from the
Old Testament selected
Another classic out of Gold Chain Records

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