John Robinson

John Robinson - Two Man Mob lyrics

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Feat. Pat Van Dyke , Sadat X

(Verse)

Me and John Robinson like two man mob

We sell guns, we import no sons without ?

Gets sh-sha-shiz, just us, we gon' do this thing all on trust

Understand me, me and John Robinson, yea nigga bought the band

Sometimes it's like a sandwich, sometimes it's for your man beast

We ready! See the helicopter? The next green I'm honda

No police contact, that's what yo boy said

Lemme keep my passport, overseas ?

But I go for the jugular, the main vein

I gotta do more to maintain, I gotta ganglize it

Pain is a vengeance of a twenty years bust

But I'mma ride it, blue star yada

It's like I'm ridin' on the otha beemer, then I go sideways

Dissect the joints, see how I provide weighter

I love how y'all provide phrase

You a C.O.W., BOY

Japanese Porsche say he so fly

I strike and I'm gone, peace and love

Kill all niggas to be evicted of

(Hook x2)

Yea, it's that dopeness sufficient

Think anything less, we got issues

Man, we all live in here, so let's move

(Betta get into it)

(Verse)

Shrill with the good ex, still wonder what the gods gon' say next

Inovator keys, uncles to keep

To unlock doors and alarm codes

DPPB beats, brutha, don't touch mode

See, I been ridin' out for years, funk the sounds of the grammy

Spied the whole crew, this world is for a circle(?)

Old gran' said patience is a virtue

That void for no one, earn yo respect too

Gotta be hungry in this kosher

Terrific, my child for ?

Where are yo sculptures? You gotta make the mark

Microphone controllers since you bangin' on the spot

This is the art, of MC, this is the next season

Around the world and back, I'm out degreasin'

The same reason reached out to the god

Stay like mind, so it wasn't that hard to bring vibes

So more abstracts, stop goin' up, nas that

Two man mob spittin' hazma

Explore the heat full of shit

Ready for funk mode, ship the concrete as we speak

We gotta teach children to be next learn

Jazz live, yo, I play it like a chess cress

It's time access, praise Jah, X-bless

(Hook x2)

Yea, it's that dopeness sufficient

Think anything less, we got issues

Man, we all live in here, so let's move

(Betta get into it)

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