Casual - Chained Minds lyrics

rate me

Heh some of the harder shit

Peep this

Niggaz get vexed whenever I step in

Always wanna flex so I got a weapon

Which protects ME and mine

Get too bold then you're seein nine milli

I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin

I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs

to the party to reassure I be secure

Really don't know why they beefin for

I leave teeth in the floor like fossils I toss flows

Just to show you, what the boss knows

I got style, to make men hostile

I shall continue, then you still lost while

Challenging in physical combat

Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that

I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease

They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what

they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods

Good! I wanna show him that dreads can fly

heads I stood my ground there's snakes around

Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns

with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck

brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains

Chorus: Del

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X)

Verse Two:

This conflict is making John sick

But men wanna fight over nothing, nonsense

is common, and common sense is none

Niggaz always wanna grab your fists and run

I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta

pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind

And find the right, one

Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat

I got it, and now I need to be leavin

I believe men might get shady

Even if they know me

Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough

We all know where he can go

I'm not takin no shorts from you

And you ain't takin shit from me

I ain't no punk so I hit the G

I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em

You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em

but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool

with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust

a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives

cause I had to live long

In slums where chums come at you wrong

And try to get you for all your cent

Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on

They plot for your dough

You might catch a hot one, so be careful

I be prepared for fools

Chorus 1.5X