[Produced by GodFingaz]
[Verse 1: Y.S.A ] Salutations from the Brooklyn Bomber
I deserve blessings and mighty praises, let's lift the arms up
I’m highly favored in the littest genre
I'm prolly tailored in the illest garments
I'm Finally Famous like how Big is Sean is
No I’m not, still I deserve the honor
These lyrics hittin like triggers spittin, rippin ya armor
Not wit the chit chat and Kekeeing like Mrs Palmer
I rather twist my darts from heart, snapping like Cappadonna
Taking hits from the gonja, when poppy dipped had to learn poppin shit from my Momma, cousins and Uncle Marvin
5'7 tho I'm thе biggest Target
I let my wifе thang pick the minages
She get it spicy while twist the Juana
Compete for pipings from the Poppa Don
Goin blow for blow on my helmet like who ca hit the hardest
Excuse my choice of words but this shit is retarded
This PointGod Shit got me shopping rhymes in anime's Market
[Chorus: Beat Sample]
Why y'all niggas wanna fuck around
Think it's best if y'all bucket down
Underestimated by foes, although
Im still standing on my ten toes, gotchu suckas looking like CLOWNS
Still run wit the heart of warrior since a child
Still crack a smile in my enemies face
Knowing that a feathers representing my enemies weight
Live it wit infinite faith
And Passion at its peak
So I weep
When I witness the boys in blue blasting blacks up in the streets nigga
SHEESH...
That shit is fuckin WEAK MAN...
[Taking the lives of my innocent peeps a never make u stronger
I rather be a mindless monkey, than a heartless Monster, Thas Real Shit]
Black Super Saiyan, Stack Mula
Enough to make my pockets look fatter than Raspusha
Rap Cooler like King Cold Son or like the shades on King Kai
Never shaky like the knees on Zab Judah
I like a chick that don't front
And always goes for what she wants
Older like the grand momma of Trunkz
Now Thas a cougar
Listen bro, I’ll tell you how this shit can go
For this green, you gon get down or lay down nigga, Piccolo
For this verse I’ll rock a knickerbocker orange fit
Just so I can make the track title more legit
I pour and sip, got some Cinto beans for the trip
Have some thotties serve me drinks like a Destructo disk
Thas some other shit
Look what you up against
My shit to COLD like Freizers New York baby brother Brick
Reload another clip
Fire on my opp like Kameha's from the top
Til the scouter tell me ya power levels drop...
[Verse 1: Y.S.A ] Salutations from the Brooklyn Bomber
I deserve blessings and mighty praises, let's lift the arms up
I’m highly favored in the littest genre
I'm prolly tailored in the illest garments
I'm Finally Famous like how Big is Sean is
No I’m not, still I deserve the honor
These lyrics hittin like triggers spittin, rippin ya armor
Not wit the chit chat and Kekeeing like Mrs Palmer
I rather twist my darts from heart, snapping like Cappadonna
Taking hits from the gonja, when poppy dipped had to learn poppin shit from my Momma, cousins and Uncle Marvin
5'7 tho I'm thе biggest Target
I let my wifе thang pick the minages
She get it spicy while twist the Juana
Compete for pipings from the Poppa Don
Goin blow for blow on my helmet like who ca hit the hardest
Excuse my choice of words but this shit is retarded
This PointGod Shit got me shopping rhymes in anime's Market
[Chorus: Beat Sample]
Why y'all niggas wanna fuck around
Think it's best if y'all bucket down
Underestimated by foes, although
Im still standing on my ten toes, gotchu suckas looking like CLOWNS
Still run wit the heart of warrior since a child
Still crack a smile in my enemies face
Knowing that a feathers representing my enemies weight
Live it wit infinite faith
And Passion at its peak
So I weep
When I witness the boys in blue blasting blacks up in the streets nigga
SHEESH...
That shit is fuckin WEAK MAN...
[Taking the lives of my innocent peeps a never make u stronger
I rather be a mindless monkey, than a heartless Monster, Thas Real Shit]
Black Super Saiyan, Stack Mula
Enough to make my pockets look fatter than Raspusha
Rap Cooler like King Cold Son or like the shades on King Kai
Never shaky like the knees on Zab Judah
I like a chick that don't front
And always goes for what she wants
Older like the grand momma of Trunkz
Now Thas a cougar
Listen bro, I’ll tell you how this shit can go
For this green, you gon get down or lay down nigga, Piccolo
For this verse I’ll rock a knickerbocker orange fit
Just so I can make the track title more legit
I pour and sip, got some Cinto beans for the trip
Have some thotties serve me drinks like a Destructo disk
Thas some other shit
Look what you up against
My shit to COLD like Freizers New York baby brother Brick
Reload another clip
Fire on my opp like Kameha's from the top
Til the scouter tell me ya power levels drop...
( Lashawn Freeman )
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