Poison Pen - Fall Back (Clean) lyrics

Yeah fall back, y’all goon music
Ain’t nothing but Timbs, two-ways
And t-shirts
Hehe poison Pen, Rayna Shine, Emvees
Stronghold the Money Shot, y’all yeah
Yeah

I’ll spit a verse then it’s
Poof, be gone let that truth be told
The proof is Strong, the crew is Hold
If I wanted commentary
I would ask you ain’t no
Thing my brain’s a big bag
Of cashews that’s right
Nuts enough to try to jack
You for your tattoos
You’re soft enough to try to give ‘em to me
Pimp Pen "Lumber" through a cipher, say, "Yo"
For six bars, rhyme for four the other few
Were spent on just saying my name
Playing games
To catch fans’ ears this man here could smack
All the continents back to
Pangea ‘cause I don’t
Like going overseas approach me
I’ll roll with the wildest my
Flow’ll hug you it’s the
"I love you" virus rag on ox-covered
Urban pirates i got lyrics but
It’s all in the styles
Stronghold, call of the wild
Y’all niggas ain’t wild i’m on to you
Find you in your club and corner you
Fall back, baby boy i’m on to you
Or your man could be a goner too

Strongholding, wiling and locing, fistful
Of dollars, crushing your ribs into powder
Y’all can’t do nothing to me
Fools is locked up
In their cell, fucking Suzy face the fact:
I’m fly
Son I’ll walk on tarmac ask promoters
Two questions: how much you paying
And where the broads at?
Shit is great, couldn’t be you couldn’t
Spit sharp if you gave a cactus head
We rent tellies just to wile out
Have broads do
Like tryouts human casting couch
Giving ‘em the thumbs up sit
My on lap and let’s
Talk about what comes up "Ancient Ruins" type
Your only choice is: get along with
Me i’m from Brooklyn
The hood’ll fucking murder you
Slam you so hard to the ground
Your fam ain’t gotta pay for a burial

Y’all niggas ain’t wild i’m on to you
Find you in your club and corner you
Fall back, baby boy i’m on to you
Or your man could be a goner too

Y’all has wasted studio time that
Could have been time
Instead, I watched when that fool spitting
That same verse forty-two times
On top of that
Y’all wasting space and limelight
Poison Pen’s kind of nice y’all
Wouldn’t have known it if
Your pops didn’t wear that condom
Twice my rhymes used
To start fights and always work
And burst at the surface
Appeared like I did in an OutKast video
I’d have never left church stronghold, bitch
Molotov, yeah "Top of the Food Chain"
And it released last year what’s got these
Snakes petrified into mongoose? I’ll rep
718, yo, since it was 212
I’ll work on Wall Street and
Steal and chase you out
Your speakers who cares about
Your two-way beeper?
It can’t even beam, cuz word
They smashed this bitch
They smack fire fags kick the
Road while cars on fire

Y’all niggas ain’t wild i’m on to you
Find you in your club and corner you
Fall back, baby boy i’m on to you
Or your man could be a goner too

Poison Pen: Stronghold! Call of the wild
Brooklyn hoodlum, cornrow music
Yeah strongholding
Wiling and locing rayna Shine
Rayna Shine: yeah word up shut
The fuck up! NYC, baby run up in the
Motherfucking club, push you
Nigga get fucked up catch a motherfucking
Fist in your grill
You bitch that’s how the fuck we do ain’t
No fucking games, motherfucker word up
Poison Pen, Wiz, Mic Terror
Michael Knight my man Malicious
Kicking that vicious shit