Solomon Childs, Son Don Moet, Q - Millennium Line Up lyrics
[Solomon Childs, Son Don Moet, Q - Millennium Line Up lyrics]
Say what? (Niggas gon' think I got beef)
Say what? (Come on, come on) say what?
Hit you with the new Millenium Line-Up
Niggas is hons but yo we all fired up
Leavin industry heads and CEO's tied up
Talk is talk, you get ya jaw wired up
Made from the best shit on Earth
I bring it to ya first
Sick verse from the dirts
In the darkness we lurk
Load a cartridge and burst
On the scene, like a news team
Let 'em all Eye Witness
The Method how I do things
Perfected, my routine's are
Hectic and knockin
General Electric, I'm shockin (bzzz)
Now who top ten? The rotten
Clan once forgotten niggas poppin Crys' now
They stock market droppin
They poison, I'm the antitoxin
That keep the party rockin
And got me for assault, Johnny Cochran
Get me off, grant in the vault, if I walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Jimmy Crack callin, who the fuck really care?
(yeah)
World best prepare for Tical 2, beware
Or be gone outta here, you be warned
Fuck off, get off that bullshit
And take the fuckin tux off, now it's on
Thug style, far from a pretty boy
My hardcore murder got DJ's screamin
"I told ya"
Hardcore composer, creapin even closer
Solomon scriptures written upon my shoulders
Militant rap vultures
How dare you and your crew
Pull out to battle!
Annihilation, throw in ya towels
Peep my West Brighton wolves start to howl
See, '74, March 9 style, it's on
So be prepared to fight
Lyrics hotter than a B Town night
Rap formats for combat
Solomon'll throw elbows, so stop frontin
Mama said, "God forbid my baby take the
Time to write somethin"
MC's levitated, live in concert
Hotter than Earth, wind & Fire
The worlds collide and divide
See my style of haywire
What? Uh! Fuck the mic, spark the hydro
Natural like the rhino
Knock you out like shadows on stage
Ya hottest rival might get stiffle
And watch the crowd bounce ya life out
Raise the lifeforce
My only aim is like the rifle
Street is cycle
Here in this game here we disciples
We only get triffle
Open ya eyes you see a bible
Stainless scapel, BS will touchin collateral
Fuck the manuals
The automatic'll leave you casual
Drop you lateral
Then charge you like a bitch's vaginal
Bring ya can-a-dles
Let you know that's only flammable
Leave ya several
Ya nice whore screamin for medical
My verse is federal
Gettin money from this chemical
The only mineral
Is Money Makin niggas physical
So use ya visual
Search the streets for ya crystal
('99) The mic is on
You only evacuate like pistol
Ah shit, it's '98 again yo, eh yo
My man Big John keep my high to death
I'll empty this Tec to ya
Mouth 'til there's nothin left
Yo the feds wanna trap me but I got quick
First step
And I brawled out, so tell me what's next
(yeah) i used to let off, bust a Tec off
Pop the cork off, Moet off
Like Janet, it's time to +Set it Off+
Let's history
I'm makin all y'all niggas feel my misery
Pissy off the Crys'
But Crystal mixed with Hennessy
Remember me? First with the GS3
+It's All About the Benji's+ like my man PD
No question 'bout my flow cuz I got it
Got it
Think I'm Master P cuz I be +'Bout It
'Bout It+
I stay laced, all custom made suit's
Italiano beachhouse Carribiano
With Cap and Swiss models (Yo)
Yea, I know
You like my style cuz I be rippin this shit
(yeah) iced to the cross
Y'all niggas is sick with it what?
Yea, yea, '99 mr meth, Solomon Childs
My nigga Q, what? What? And me, Son Don, uh
Yea, we out
Say what? (Come on, come on) say what?
Hit you with the new Millenium Line-Up
Niggas is hons but yo we all fired up
Leavin industry heads and CEO's tied up
Talk is talk, you get ya jaw wired up
Made from the best shit on Earth
I bring it to ya first
Sick verse from the dirts
In the darkness we lurk
Load a cartridge and burst
On the scene, like a news team
Let 'em all Eye Witness
The Method how I do things
Perfected, my routine's are
Hectic and knockin
General Electric, I'm shockin (bzzz)
Now who top ten? The rotten
Clan once forgotten niggas poppin Crys' now
They stock market droppin
They poison, I'm the antitoxin
That keep the party rockin
And got me for assault, Johnny Cochran
Get me off, grant in the vault, if I walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Jimmy Crack callin, who the fuck really care?
(yeah)
World best prepare for Tical 2, beware
Or be gone outta here, you be warned
Fuck off, get off that bullshit
And take the fuckin tux off, now it's on
Thug style, far from a pretty boy
My hardcore murder got DJ's screamin
"I told ya"
Hardcore composer, creapin even closer
Solomon scriptures written upon my shoulders
Militant rap vultures
How dare you and your crew
Pull out to battle!
Annihilation, throw in ya towels
Peep my West Brighton wolves start to howl
See, '74, March 9 style, it's on
So be prepared to fight
Lyrics hotter than a B Town night
Rap formats for combat
Solomon'll throw elbows, so stop frontin
Mama said, "God forbid my baby take the
Time to write somethin"
MC's levitated, live in concert
Hotter than Earth, wind & Fire
The worlds collide and divide
See my style of haywire
What? Uh! Fuck the mic, spark the hydro
Natural like the rhino
Knock you out like shadows on stage
Ya hottest rival might get stiffle
And watch the crowd bounce ya life out
Raise the lifeforce
My only aim is like the rifle
Street is cycle
Here in this game here we disciples
We only get triffle
Open ya eyes you see a bible
Stainless scapel, BS will touchin collateral
Fuck the manuals
The automatic'll leave you casual
Drop you lateral
Then charge you like a bitch's vaginal
Bring ya can-a-dles
Let you know that's only flammable
Leave ya several
Ya nice whore screamin for medical
My verse is federal
Gettin money from this chemical
The only mineral
Is Money Makin niggas physical
So use ya visual
Search the streets for ya crystal
('99) The mic is on
You only evacuate like pistol
Ah shit, it's '98 again yo, eh yo
My man Big John keep my high to death
I'll empty this Tec to ya
Mouth 'til there's nothin left
Yo the feds wanna trap me but I got quick
First step
And I brawled out, so tell me what's next
(yeah) i used to let off, bust a Tec off
Pop the cork off, Moet off
Like Janet, it's time to +Set it Off+
Let's history
I'm makin all y'all niggas feel my misery
Pissy off the Crys'
But Crystal mixed with Hennessy
Remember me? First with the GS3
+It's All About the Benji's+ like my man PD
No question 'bout my flow cuz I got it
Got it
Think I'm Master P cuz I be +'Bout It
'Bout It+
I stay laced, all custom made suit's
Italiano beachhouse Carribiano
With Cap and Swiss models (Yo)
Yea, I know
You like my style cuz I be rippin this shit
(yeah) iced to the cross
Y'all niggas is sick with it what?
Yea, yea, '99 mr meth, Solomon Childs
My nigga Q, what? What? And me, Son Don, uh
Yea, we out