[Intro: Sample]
Our fellow countrymen are dying
The very foundations of civilization are beginning to crumble
Under the dread assault of that horror long feared
[Verse 1: aHs]
Look, when I step in the place the peeps bow down
That's right hella loud, that's the way the crowd sound
It's the Brown Bomber I'll vomit on your mama
My body covered in body armor for the drama
Body farmer, digging holes for politicians
Me and Mr. Ophic' been dope since "On a Mission"
And "Seven Scrolls" flows severe your skull
Hip Hop crash dummies and we wrecking the show
Yeah, straight up, I can't stand y'all beef
Because my flows are spacey like your grandpa teeth
The Olmecs, more than you're prepared for chief
Your tighty-whitey career is going to end up brief
On loose leaf I still paint pictures
And spit sick scriptures quick with slick mixtures
Next verse Mr. Ophicial going to rip it
Because our words are worth more than photos and frame fixtures
[Hook: aHs]
Now throw your hands up like you just ate them
Whack emcees man, don't you just hate them?
Pass that bleach, I'll try to just fade them
That don't work this track is going to frustrate them
Because we going to make this music go bump
A brand new hit that's just for your trunk
And we going to give you just what you want
Because I got the flows that make the place jump
[Verse 2: Mr. Ophicial]
Is you driving? Or are you riding shotgun?
I ain't one to stop fun, but you been riding pop gum
Look at yourself, you happy with what you see?
Are you trying to do you or is you trying to do me?
Scanning the sky, yeah, I'm searching for a sign but, all I see is lines
I'm starting to feel confined, my mind is going places
All of these new faces, they make a whole lot of these raps
I seen a lot of this map, I did the section eight houses on wheels
Houses in the middle of fields, developed the skills and dream big
God bless the kid, with all the tools that I need just to make it in this
Step into the void, the future is unseen, until it's visualized by me Visualized by me
Step into the void, the future is unseen, until it's visualized by me
I do me
[Hook: aHs]
[Verse 3: Geelah]
Before I count to three, yall fear flee
Four types of long shanks happen to thee
Green, white, green, what I bleed my G
Still running up and down Atlanta streets
Living my dream scene by scene
Coming up in the game, we gotta get the cream
Respect the music, tatted in my mind
Jungle and Ophicial, truly divine to this thing called rhyme
Emcee's mind, twitch, I see you served in the time
Make the place jump go bump, bump, bump
Tuck the nines in, we just having some fun
Sipping on Coke and chased by rum
Flights Corporated better come get you some
Nigga, run that back, hell yeah
Flights Corporated better come get you some
Jungle
[Hook: aHs 2x]
Our fellow countrymen are dying
The very foundations of civilization are beginning to crumble
Under the dread assault of that horror long feared
[Verse 1: aHs]
Look, when I step in the place the peeps bow down
That's right hella loud, that's the way the crowd sound
It's the Brown Bomber I'll vomit on your mama
My body covered in body armor for the drama
Body farmer, digging holes for politicians
Me and Mr. Ophic' been dope since "On a Mission"
And "Seven Scrolls" flows severe your skull
Hip Hop crash dummies and we wrecking the show
Yeah, straight up, I can't stand y'all beef
Because my flows are spacey like your grandpa teeth
The Olmecs, more than you're prepared for chief
Your tighty-whitey career is going to end up brief
On loose leaf I still paint pictures
And spit sick scriptures quick with slick mixtures
Next verse Mr. Ophicial going to rip it
Because our words are worth more than photos and frame fixtures
[Hook: aHs]
Now throw your hands up like you just ate them
Whack emcees man, don't you just hate them?
Pass that bleach, I'll try to just fade them
That don't work this track is going to frustrate them
Because we going to make this music go bump
A brand new hit that's just for your trunk
And we going to give you just what you want
Because I got the flows that make the place jump
[Verse 2: Mr. Ophicial]
Is you driving? Or are you riding shotgun?
I ain't one to stop fun, but you been riding pop gum
Look at yourself, you happy with what you see?
Are you trying to do you or is you trying to do me?
Scanning the sky, yeah, I'm searching for a sign but, all I see is lines
I'm starting to feel confined, my mind is going places
All of these new faces, they make a whole lot of these raps
I seen a lot of this map, I did the section eight houses on wheels
Houses in the middle of fields, developed the skills and dream big
God bless the kid, with all the tools that I need just to make it in this
Step into the void, the future is unseen, until it's visualized by me Visualized by me
Step into the void, the future is unseen, until it's visualized by me
I do me
[Hook: aHs]
[Verse 3: Geelah]
Before I count to three, yall fear flee
Four types of long shanks happen to thee
Green, white, green, what I bleed my G
Still running up and down Atlanta streets
Living my dream scene by scene
Coming up in the game, we gotta get the cream
Respect the music, tatted in my mind
Jungle and Ophicial, truly divine to this thing called rhyme
Emcee's mind, twitch, I see you served in the time
Make the place jump go bump, bump, bump
Tuck the nines in, we just having some fun
Sipping on Coke and chased by rum
Flights Corporated better come get you some
Nigga, run that back, hell yeah
Flights Corporated better come get you some
Jungle
[Hook: aHs 2x]
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