[Intro]
Ridin' round in my temple
Sketchin' art
Im Stretchin' thoughts, Im Stretchin'
Slip on out and I vanquish
Lock it up, that ball and chain to ya anklets
Cobra Bites To Yo Mental
Im sketchin' art, im stretchin' thoughts
[Verse 1]
Man, ridin' round in my temple
Stretchin' thoughts, they in limos
Sketchin' art and that mona lisa in my pencil
And that led turn into a missile
I Hiroshima yo instru's
Sniper shooting these lyrics is
Cobra bites to yo mental
Got the Han sight for these pupils
Or that diamond eye with them hand signs
Right in front of my pupil
And them classic lines for them nostrils
Yo mouth drop and you recite them
Like police do with the Mirandas
When they pull us over and they handcuff
But I slip on out and I vanquish
Cause this gifted child is so dangerous
Like a kamikaze to an air strip
Or a flight of stares to an infant
Im the sight that stares with in them
Im the spark that builds that interest
Like the ironman who was invented
And they all stand at attention
Like a soldier respecting a lieutenant
Or Sir Paris walking in that buildin'
Cause that Hiroshima just killed it
My missiles killing yo scribbles
This is modern warfare penning
[Verse 2]
Man, steppin' out of my limo
Addressing the issues we been thru
Like a bitter mom at the podium
Who's son was slayed something vengeful
Dont play around in the ingles, Cause
Inglewood will kill you
Like the boy who branded that dougie
And they did him in front of his homies
Im sorry you can't ignore me
Like them loud pipes on the Ferrari
Or when they revin' up them Harleys
I delate against yo comments
Can't relate till I feel accomplished
Then I vanquish on every continent
And I upheld every promise
And they praise me and pay me homage
Then I black out like im an oynx
And I fall beneath my ashes
Watch the whole world crash in maddness
Cause the honest against the Mansons
Then my missiles get to attacking
And I return in a phoenix fashion
And I cloat the world in my fabric
My lyrics restore that balance
My flow becomes my balance
And a boy becomes a shoalin
Then they end the war with a crowning
Ridin' round in my temple
Sketchin' art
Im Stretchin' thoughts, Im Stretchin'
Slip on out and I vanquish
Lock it up, that ball and chain to ya anklets
Cobra Bites To Yo Mental
Im sketchin' art, im stretchin' thoughts
[Verse 1]
Man, ridin' round in my temple
Stretchin' thoughts, they in limos
Sketchin' art and that mona lisa in my pencil
And that led turn into a missile
I Hiroshima yo instru's
Sniper shooting these lyrics is
Cobra bites to yo mental
Got the Han sight for these pupils
Or that diamond eye with them hand signs
Right in front of my pupil
And them classic lines for them nostrils
Yo mouth drop and you recite them
Like police do with the Mirandas
When they pull us over and they handcuff
But I slip on out and I vanquish
Cause this gifted child is so dangerous
Like a kamikaze to an air strip
Or a flight of stares to an infant
Im the sight that stares with in them
Im the spark that builds that interest
Like the ironman who was invented
And they all stand at attention
Like a soldier respecting a lieutenant
Or Sir Paris walking in that buildin'
Cause that Hiroshima just killed it
My missiles killing yo scribbles
This is modern warfare penning
[Verse 2]
Man, steppin' out of my limo
Addressing the issues we been thru
Like a bitter mom at the podium
Who's son was slayed something vengeful
Dont play around in the ingles, Cause
Inglewood will kill you
Like the boy who branded that dougie
And they did him in front of his homies
Im sorry you can't ignore me
Like them loud pipes on the Ferrari
Or when they revin' up them Harleys
I delate against yo comments
Can't relate till I feel accomplished
Then I vanquish on every continent
And I upheld every promise
And they praise me and pay me homage
Then I black out like im an oynx
And I fall beneath my ashes
Watch the whole world crash in maddness
Cause the honest against the Mansons
Then my missiles get to attacking
And I return in a phoenix fashion
And I cloat the world in my fabric
My lyrics restore that balance
My flow becomes my balance
And a boy becomes a shoalin
Then they end the war with a crowning
( Paris Le'Ber )
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