Ace Phalos - 2345 Lyrics

Ok I might start flowing from get up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
Its a new victim lit, Wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back rocoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All the crabs in a bucket
I'm Lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth to different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of it
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Aint talkin sega
No street fighter vega
Cant be on the fence
Or its finish him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And it's just like a mirror that never ends
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in them streets had to get it in
No choice, or at least that what it feel like
When you ain't got no voice
When you're just young black In America
Tryna dodge the whole damn Force
Runnin up them back alleys
Trying not to scuff my forces
Shout out to them hood moms
Lets duck out on they porches
No I ain't condoning I just
Know it's really real
Seen and I lived it
Give a fuck how Niggas feel
You get out now Or Get locked up
Or fuck around and get killed
You get out now or get locked up
And fuck around and get killed
Ok I might start switchin this shit up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
Its a new victim is lit, wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
Bitch I just came out lions den
Already been thrown in the fire
Got rid of the pride and desire
For nothing but flyer
In order to win
Cut the head off Leviathan
Hold up, slow up
I think went over they head again
Ok let me take this she backwards
Let em know with the flow I'm so cold
Bitch I'm Iverson
Don't even talk about practice
I put em on ice with the hat trick
Slicin through em with the magic
Wit a bad chick that may cut ya
Or she could just be reaching chapstick
She know how shoot if its plastic
She know what to do when its drastic
You know I'm not engineered
To get caught up in the mix
I got it mastered
All the years I done preserved
Through disaster
Reverse every spell on the caster
Rehearse ya confession to pastor
Been killin this shit from beginning to end
Pray that the lord forgive every sin
These seconds they keep moving faster
Ok I might start flowing from get up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
Its a new victim lit, Wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back rocoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All the crabs in a bucket
I'm Lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth to different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of this
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Aint talkin sega
No street fighter vega
Can't be on the fence
Or its finish him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And its just like a mirror that never ends
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in them streets had to get it in

Ok I might start flowing from get up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
Its a new victim lit, Wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back rocoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All the crabs in a bucket
I'm Lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth to different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of it
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Aint talkin sega
No street fighter vega
Cant be on the fence
Or its finish him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And it's just like a mirror that never ends
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in them streets had to get it in
No choice, or at least that what it feel like
When you ain't got no voice
When you're just young black In America
Tryna dodge the whole damn Force
Runnin up them back alleys
Trying not to scuff my forces
Shout out to them hood moms
Lets duck out on they porches
No I ain't condoning I just
Know it's really real
Seen and I lived it
Give a fuck how Niggas feel
You get out now Or Get locked up
Or fuck around and get killed
You get out now or get locked up
And fuck around and get killed
Ok I might start switchin this shit up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
Its a new victim is lit, wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
Bitch I just came out lions den
Already been thrown in the fire
Got rid of the pride and desire
For nothing but flyer
In order to win
Cut the head off Leviathan
Hold up, slow up
I think went over they head again
Ok let me take this she backwards
Let em know with the flow I'm so cold
Bitch I'm Iverson
Don't even talk about practice
I put em on ice with the hat trick
Slicin through em with the magic
Wit a bad chick that may cut ya
Or she could just be reaching chapstick
She know how shoot if its plastic
She know what to do when its drastic
You know I'm not engineered
To get caught up in the mix
I got it mastered
All the years I done preserved
Through disaster
Reverse every spell on the caster
Rehearse ya confession to pastor
Been killin this shit from beginning to end
Pray that the lord forgive every sin
These seconds they keep moving faster
Ok I might start flowing from get up
I pick up the blic or then pen or the bic
Its a new victim lit, Wit no hiccup
No I ain't tryna fuck on yo bitch
My nigga I keep me a sista
She bad and she cook loyal
That ass is real, she spoiled
She throwing it back rocoil
All these leftovers get foiled
All the crabs in a bucket
I'm Lookin like fuck it
My nigga the flow is on boil
She say that I'm smoother than butter
I make her melt make her stutter
We the cleanest that came out the soil
No other could cut it
This cloth to different
We came out the huddle, and struggled
And toiled and tussled
The regiment militant
We one in the same my nigga
You don't give a fuck
Then you know I'm indifferent
Who you know sick as this
Pain is genetic
No way to get rid of this
We the indigenous
Way before genesis
Aint talkin sega
No street fighter vega
Can't be on the fence
Or its finish him
You merely a mortal
My flow is a portal
I take you to places you never been
I could hang two flows on opposite walls
And its just like a mirror that never ends
My day ones all veterans
Reminiscent on them hoop days
When on the court we was never friends
But in them streets had to get it in