Goodie Mob - State Of The Art (Radio Killa) lyrics

rate me

What the fuck you know me for

Obstacle of holy war

I won’t get there radio killa

No filler, no filler

You playlist the dealer, dealer

Let’s go in the chilling, chilling

Don’t work on designer, signer

I’m streaming for visions, visions

Let death be your sentence, sentence

You think they know something

Then you might as well be dead

If you see us then we see us it won’t be code red

And I stay up the emergency it’s time to break bad

Songs to be ignored like title one clap

There’s very little money in your mind

We want yours

The ride always carry me

We need the possessing

I was blessed enough the class in

Go and crazy go dismissing

Verbal grasping rappers really

Got me fast and pulled the mission

If the masters of the 7

Using speakers as a weapon

Rapping we at war, MO

B MO, B MO

B MO, B MO

Say bro whatcha hesitating?

Come on man kill hat motherfucker

Ain’t no secret keep it real

We do what the fuck we feel

Every road a righteous scale