Shook Ones Pt. II (#DF Zoo)
• Written by AKTheory • Featuring D-Long-, Krust, IAMALI, TheAmericant, KrizzyG, , DocGrillZ, LilJayOfficial, and ApexRoyal
#Intro
Ever since you rappers flowing wack
you never knew the shit we wrote we had it stocked up in the back
now we ascending straight to hell spit some heroin and crack
check out these dope rhymes from the Pad
#MicOols
Boys'll be boys, wrecking shit
Vandalism Expedit-ion
Exorcist hexing when
I'm texting this extra fit
Bitch who only gets with
A kid whose confessions hit
Father Arthur harder than
The part of Jesus's wrists
Started stealing for a feeling
Of excitement, part of me
was dealing with the children
who defy ends, disregarded
every sign to look back,
Varied times I looked bad,
So I willed it as a hostel and
I fight them…
Tagging houses, burning down a building
It's not arson if I'm the one whose building
A fire in my soul, empire for my old
Liar friends rewiring my diaphragm
Til i'm higher than disappointment
From my parents, but at least my friends like me
Steal together, Plans likely going be smoke some weed
Show the deeds hopelessly jokes on me
When the cops fight me
Always on the run, literally
Scar on my neck from, slipping on leaves
Fixing to bleed, but it was alright
Because all rights left me with this vision
I've given to thee
#Surv
Went to hell and back, then went again for vacation,
Ya'll talking hella smack, best watch who you been facin',
Your raps? Well they wack, you better have braced ya
Knees and legs, because I choke any ho in squeezing range
You see me sane, but know that dude Surv? He's insane,
I be the mane to free the train of thought that black
people are the only race who can rap, and that pale
white kids, are wack, and they might get smacked, popped
With a cap, slapped and wrapped in plastic, thats it,
The reason I'm rapping, I don't want to get my ass kicked,
It's just me, a fat kid who ain't ever spit no classics,
And someone some cunts label as a faggot,
But eventually I will be adding, words that stab it
More than an assassin, I'm metaphorically crapping
Over these asslicks wack shit and yo,
I'm here to stay, so beef? Don't start none of that shit.
#Theory
Rapid eye movement, we are not human
it's Theory and Kid Illusion, we causing mass confusion
fusion of music, creative, make the hood lose it
dreams of getting signed for K features on G.O.O.D. Music
never reach that, forget about the knowledge that I took
I can tell you straight up it's from scholars and the crooks
check the scriptures not found in college in some books
popped my collar and I took time, polishing my look
a flawless artist, now it's top dollar for the hook
and even more for the verse, it's diabolic what I cook
holla if they shook, me and DF spit rapid fire
and after this your whole family dressed in black attire
rap class is higher, Feds wanna tap the wires
NOLA getting mad props cause we gift with mad desire
laying down these tracks, deep in the mind of a genius
rising up outta the flames, it's the lines of a phoenix
the hottest remix, you know if I said I mean it
my imagery the meanest, tell me where the green is
Black Panther, NOI, Democrats and Republicans
gon' get shot up when we run through with capital punishment
murder with a pencil, fill them boys with plenty lead
deathly spread on paper, leaving pages torn, many dead
greatest names in the industry, vivid imagery, black
wickedly wizardly winter, where the enemies at?
#MasterSplinter
nightmares whenever i stare in the mirror , beware im a killer
im not rat , but ill wrap any rapper , lyrical assassin its master splinter , ill split
ya , ima get ya and hit ya wita slug better hope i miss ya son , im packing
bigger gunz , shots will always penetrate NeyYork , Empire , nigga thats my
mental state, you rappars typical , not even lyrical , ill crush you all like some
minerals . Ill grab a rapper like , look son , your shook one im eating rappers
alive , no need to cook em. My flow to cold for me to be a hot nigga ,
im on patrol , i control your block nigga , my bro's will bullet wholes through
soul so hold on to the glock nigga , watch your back
dont cross my path unless you want to scraprap is getting whack
we should start from scratch , and bring back that old
shit , im poet , flowing on the track , im on ya back
Like your spine , the thrown , you know its mine
Im on your line and im not afraid to cross , rappers gonna need a fan to keep
cool for the flames that i drop, i been mobbing since day one and planned you
rappers down fall since you came up
#Osiris
I'm bout to join the Illuminati
why you ask? Cause I wasn't born with a human body
I'm a demon, books of war that I'm readin
crusher like I was wheaton, bout to blow like a kamikaze
the kid is original and you just a copy
me and Nas are spittin inside the building lobby
shout out to DJ Screw, homie the flow is choppy
I'm torturing this beat, cops can try and stop me
I feel like Pharoahe Monche, put an ax to the baseline
I'm just trying to take mine, grinding until it's cake time
want me to take a break? fine, your arm'll do
Y'all just dogs that learned to talk like Marmaduke
Black Panther, Huey lookin for answers
grew up on Kendrick, Wu-Tang, Rakim, and Chancellor
You scared to death you scared to look, welcome to hell cause your soul I took
#Krust
Capitol East murderers, the projects scheme conquerors//
Fuck the wanderers, we extreme complex plunderers//
Compress your shook heart in the click of glock shatterers//
Lean-Drinks daily after leavin #on-sets Gs as mortal totterers//
Beware of the Warfare, where criminology is the brain theology//
Detoxology n sodomy are the hoods main philosophy/
Your words ain't moving, bein merciful considered as a sin-ology//
10 methodology commandments, is our domain's prophecy//
I've seen shit as a toddler, that an adult ever witnessed//
Crazy cerebrum as a teen, I know no measured limit//
Fuckin with me, is something your heart calls an illicit//
If you want to live, my gore choppin n shootin is brilliant//
No such thing as HalfWay crooks, comprehend the book//
We superintend the the whole shit, can't blend in the hood//
No matter how much you infinitely weep, we don't condescend//
Cause ain't no such thing as halfway crooks, cause you shook/
