Tha Blacksmith, Demise - 38 SPECIAL Lyrics

Grew up in the jungle got the heart of a lion
Heart of the city ain't no denyin' what I'm supplyin'
Tryin' to blow up, the law of gravity I'm defyin'
The law attraction, your bitch a magnet, check the science
I'm what the Mayans predicted
I'm how these fiends get addicted
I'm why her thighs gettin twisted
Sippin' the liquid im shifted
I drop bars that shake the Richter, it's crippled
I'm at bat hit a triple, never caught in a pickle
Just a ripple in time
Never convicted of crime
It's either yours or it's mine
Dog that's a thin ass line
I'm treating mic like the twin towers
My flow limited edition like Eddie Bauer
I'm On the prowl
I'm a Brown Pride, hands high, twisted ass mothafucka
On my son and my daughter dog I'll blast mothafucka
Don't tempt me
I'm tryin' to turn this Beamer to Bentley
Yeah this beaner a dreamer so tell these gringos come get me, bitch
These mothaf**** better leave me alone
F*** around and catch 3 to the dome
Yeah, your hoe on my line, every time, that I'm seein' my phone
She f***in around I clap cheeks then I'm gone
Better leave me alone
I'm what the streets created
O X abbreviated
Half the time see me faded
Other half I'm X rated
Young, active and attractive
Got a bank account but all my money in the mattress
OG status
Duckin' these police badges
I'm f******all these ratchets
Pray to that holy man that's upstairs
I'm reppin Too Bad but who the motha**** cares
None of us give a damn it must be something in the air
The shots they missed me wit' I kept and fu****' slept on 'em
Before I bust a missle, hear the whistle, ref on 'em
Free all the boys, in the joint, that stay collect callin'
It's Young Demise when it's on me I'll place the bet all in

Grew up in the jungle got the heart of a lion
Heart of the city ain't no denyin' what I'm supplyin'
Tryin' to blow up, the law of gravity I'm defyin'
The law attraction, your bitch a magnet, check the science
I'm what the Mayans predicted
I'm how these fiends get addicted
I'm why her thighs gettin twisted
Sippin' the liquid im shifted
I drop bars that shake the Richter, it's crippled
I'm at bat hit a triple, never caught in a pickle
Just a ripple in time
Never convicted of crime
It's either yours or it's mine
Dog that's a thin ass line
I'm treating mic like the twin towers
My flow limited edition like Eddie Bauer
I'm On the prowl
I'm a Brown Pride, hands high, twisted ass mothafucka
On my son and my daughter dog I'll blast mothafucka
Don't tempt me
I'm tryin' to turn this Beamer to Bentley
Yeah this beaner a dreamer so tell these gringos come get me, bitch
These mothaf**** better leave me alone
F*** around and catch 3 to the dome
Yeah, your hoe on my line, every time, that I'm seein' my phone
She f***in around I clap cheeks then I'm gone
Better leave me alone
I'm what the streets created
O X abbreviated
Half the time see me faded
Other half I'm X rated
Young, active and attractive
Got a bank account but all my money in the mattress
OG status
Duckin' these police badges
I'm f******all these ratchets
Pray to that holy man that's upstairs
I'm reppin Too Bad but who the motha**** cares
None of us give a damn it must be something in the air
The shots they missed me wit' I kept and fu****' slept on 'em
Before I bust a missle, hear the whistle, ref on 'em
Free all the boys, in the joint, that stay collect callin'
It's Young Demise when it's on me I'll place the bet all in