Popa Wu - Back Of The Church lyrics

rate me

Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won't have to scream

Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won't have to scream, buddha

Word, aight, yo, aight

[5ft hyper snyper]

All stand in attention, it's a spank in the nine

Some of y'all niggas be "sometime"

Sometime you bill, sometime you rhyme

All the time, we break out the snake pit, make hits

Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit

Too complex, make it easy, elementary

So we can teach these babies

Crawl before you walk, think before you talk

Don't mislead them, fall, ya bleedin

Now take me to your leader

Desention in the ranks, divide and conquer

You should say thanks to your weed and liquor

Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches

Shiny cars, ain't nuthin man made can reach these stars

Get in where you fit in, who you be, who you are

I be the fall dog, in the vanguard

Conductor of the orchestra, universal soldier

Zu ninja!

[spiritual assassin]

Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memory

Floatin in cups of hennessey

Logically it's like, niggas battle the bike

So i rip mics tight, and vibe right

We shine on each other till the climax

On your best systems, i'm deep like addiction

Whenever i'm co-mixin the slang

Delta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brain

Now ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flame

Peace now tame, run loose, at an individual

I enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinel

Overdosin you, one of the chosen few

New host to guide you across the east coast

We held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the price

Throw the dice, seein thru my father eyesights

85 percent of the change of life, to jail

I hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fame

Now when we came close, to hopin the pain is gone

Momma said don't aim wrong, or you might blast me in the arm

Son, my word is based on the strength or the strong

That be the same one, now he got your life in his palm

[manley musa]

Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls

85% gods, peep announcements

Stick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikiss

Leave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pants

My thoughts throw them in your collector's edition

Cherish life on my 7 and a half mics

It's precious like black dad's kids

Valuable, natural like resources, symbolic

200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the east

Like musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of rules

Never step on x-men, while they shoes

Who the fuck wanna sponsor a highway yo get yours

Straight boulevard on the block, it's like a shoot out

Some cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grill

I revail the ears, embrace with open arms

Yo incase my rhyme put in a gold frame

Praise my name and the niggas i run with

World class, yo we're legends

[k-blunt]

Yo true like the terminator, i shoot and kill

Mc, like space invaders, lyrical exterminator

In this music, we call rap, sittin on my top cats

Killin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the cat

Get ya scooby snack, that's the way you attack

A hip hop track, like a predator

Wild life, ready to fight and rock a mic

Yo niggas is this, like tina's and ike's, smack

Now we got it right, zu ninjas performin tonight

On stage under the lights, rhymes tight

Blow like crack in a pipe

Fans addictive to the crossidation of christ