Terror Reid, ELIOZIE - Krylon Lyrics

ELIOZIE:Take a step back, you busy moving behind meWay too high up altitude for youtoeven find meYoutiny, I smack your little hinyYouslimy, fuck-nutThere ain't a word in this world that define meWhat's up? We got a runner, a roadrunnerLoad the chopper gunner, take him out inside his own hummerMisuse drugs daily, become a recluseGet loose, I guess that's always a excuseMagnificent sophisticated rhythmI define overdrive, go check the definitionMake a precise incision and proceed with decisionsTo kill 'em (kill 'em all) position without over ambitious conditionsThis is how I do all of my operationsI'm never doing anything in moderationAnd I never give anybody cooperationNope, never, not once, not even on occasionTERROR REID:i got these sucka mcs wrapped around my finga like some ringsnow bow the fuck down to the kingdon’t be playin w the west coast super saiyani hear u talk a lot but ain’t shit until u get to sprayinstill payin all of my bills poppin all my pillsrobbin all the banks w my gta skillswhat’s the beat kid? this shit a banga tanqueray up in my cup i ain’t a sangain love w the money bags mafuckas spittin out shit like my white assrollin fast down ya block in a ski mask lookin for a jaw to sock where the weed at punk bitch i seen thati’m a sticky icky nit picky ticking time bombswear on my moms yo my shit is beyondgivin u a cold shoulder to cry onin the corner w a cap on sprayin krylonELIOZIE:Infect your mind with my intellect, no indirectAttackin' I be on my best
Inventing more ways everyday to keep the world upsetI'm living rent free in your head till you snap your neckLay low for a second then I come back upAnd act up on you cunts then I ash my bluntInside your eyes socket shoot rockets that can't be blockedAnd every gear winded up all the way I can't be stoppedThe radius is infinite (infi-infinite) so if you think that you can hideYou better go find another shelter to go insideDifferent planets to inhabit cause we can not coincideOn this one, I don't have a fuck to give, sonLet the beat drop it keeping my feet hotSay one wrong word, you getting your teeth knockedGot you on the verge of death begging me, please stop (please stop)But I never stop shit, im just sippin' my tea potTERROR REID:i murder the beat and drop it off on ya front porchthat’s the real reason why ya parents got divorceddone more coke in my day than scott storchthe human torch put me out and throw me overboarddoobie lit dooley cocked machete in my sockduley noted but i knew u was a copand that shit ain’t gonna fly i’m a smoked out locced out sword swingin kinda guy and i’m tryna dieget outta line son and stay therei pull up w mo snow than a coka cola polar bearstayin dope i poke alotta smot in the parking lot takin up 3 handicap spotsgrab the cash out my palace sippin on don perinyon out my chalicetrippin like alice straight malice throwin off ya balancebustin raps so fast i give ya fat ass a callus