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Let's do it. ( Ft TrillMong )
- (StormTheArsonist Verse )
- i got another vet watching, feeling brave knocking, /
- beats popping, coming for my plate but i'm starving/
- Mad cause I got what he's wanting, /
- this bitch has no idea what he's starting /
- he'll learn that i'm a expert on problem solving/
- the hard way, the mob way, this doors not revolving/
- i'll blast ya on this beat, on your streets, fuck the red light there's no stopping/
- the counting of how many bodies im dropping /
- fuck parking /
- i'm driving by waving the ak mopping, /
- on some spur of the moment shit, fuck plotting/
- turn up the volume cause this same raps rocking/
- while the roof tops dropping and every rounds popping/
- you could shoot back but like the matrix im Dodging/
- then charging taking your title for the robbing/
- call me a villain like the Goblin, while your defeats unlocking/
- (TrillMong Verse continues the flow )
- Time to take a hostage,There is no retreat when heats starts cockin/
- You can try to flee,but the scope gonna spot em, now watch trill drop em/
- Send em on a one way trip to coffin, ill take all the smoke no coughing/
- Why you even log in? ,Me and storm cut shit down,like we be logging/
- Got all these body parts that im hauling,heavy on my back im crawling/
- Catch while you walking,stalking,me and my dawg storm get to mauling/
- Arm wrestling ass niggas,we be brawling,tearing up bars like we alcoholics/
- They say its graphic and to damn appalling, how we strike without no warning/
- Storm got trill for a verbal deployment he knows murdering is my only enjoyment/
- I got the frontlines and there all disjointed,all hail rise for the holy anointed/
- I wont hesitate to shoot in the moment, going awol ill never condone it/
- Ill run right up on normandy beach,with blood stained sand all over my feet/
- As long as the m16 still in reach,there ain't no know way that ill accept defeat/
- Trills a goon just mobbin the goblin, ya survival chances runnin outta options/
- Might as well just run your pockets,your living in the mist of prophets/
- Trillmonger spits the sickest toxins,plus these wicked fist like tyson boxing/
- (StormTheArsonist Verse continues the flow )
- One on one, gun for gun their all dropping, without hesitations/
- done in front of everyone who was watching fuck the scene i'm making/
- whos counting all the foundings, the bodies and bones i've breakin?/
- with these trained dogs spot on,who start on, barking at my takens/
- at buried drugs or shells from bullets sparking from years in the making
- 6 feet deep, lounging, permanently asleep,
- dead for trying to overthrow our groundings /
- they failed, unaware of their surroundings, they should have bailed,/
- confidence stems, and gets frail while the cockiness is compounding/
- the enemies frowning, but fuck em all, that ship has sailed/
- Storm and Trill ,shit is real, jousting, /
- standing on our brick mountain, pounding our chest howling,/
- on these ghetto streets is where we'll be found in/
- but don't try and save us while we're surrounded by Franklins, drownin!
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