Sunz of Man - Next UpLyrics

I traveled so far I'm chewin niggas lyrics for a Mars bar New era bust em like reign terror So highly Mecca Nas a nigga died and measured The inevitable beyond the ever so this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise double sight Take light through the crypts at night Spark pathetic brains and meteorite Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder As lightning strikes snakes out from under Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse I leave your lip stitched 'Cause you couldnt mind your business But when it came to this rap, You should've vacated the premises Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low killa Get loopbtin civil, next up Yo I believe that's me Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC P attack you from the metronome Catch you in your groove home alone Blowin' wit the chrome, nigga I'm blowin' to the bone My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene They think we forget the dream My aura sheens like morphine in your veins Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen From the explosion, my opposition Protect my team of demolitions, full competition Keep em drinkin Benjin Like some chicken heads on the ground Bite the trey pound for foes that want to get down Me and my clique sharpen the sound Infiltrate the town town town Next up Yo I believe that's me Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC If I could chew glass to this, true master shit check it Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris Hittin ass to this on King Sols mattresses Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth You better try a video shoot or get the boot From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop Duck duck goose tie him in a noose what's the use of havin your troops if you don't put them to use? Y'all rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit Salute the first fruit, King David birth root Play the earths flute just before I execute Next up Yo I believe that's me Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs The sickest of disease Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees My PLO stees is from here to overseas Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees Bombin enemies See me in the global war being all that I can be Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league Got em under siege your battleship in sinkin 20,000 leagues beneath sea level Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way Have you heard crime pay? Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous Camoradiated verbal going through changes