THE UNION - IBC lyrics

rate me

(feat. Channel Live & Benny Boom)

[Channel Live]

(uh-huh, uh-huh)

Yeah!

[Chorus: Channel Live]

Yo, it's the IBC

Illegal Broadcastin degrees

We fightin violent wars to the tip-top

We won't stop, so fuck the cops

Why-O

[Channel Live]

You don't see no turbins, so ain't no need for me to gas you

You rhyme like you on the Island with tattoo

Gods eye view so in Hell I cast you

Your chance look slim like Erykah Badu

Goin platinum if you only sell sex, or convicted

Players play games and let these MC's rip it

This ain't no simple rhymes for Apollo Kids that you spitted

And tell Kiki Shepard she can get the di-dick

My third eye sight, take strike like snake bites

With the power to change dark to daylight

Rock the dirty ass mic like them Isrealites

And shine bright like harassin lights on turn-pikes

[Benny Boom]

Rap soloist, speaks with a legal accomplise

Kenetic energetic scripts that baffle scientists

Bodily harm from the shit that I rip

I make a nigga limp like Sweet Daddy burnin some ?

It's Benny Boom, the reason for these earthquake shifts

Comin harder than Jim Cliff, buckin shots at the sheriff

Procise poetics, when punch drunk from Cognac

With two twenty inch guns, stayin armed for combat

When I release, temperature slightly increase

The type of heat to put Coolie High niggas to sleep

Ragin bull, from takin two puffs and two pulls

Droppin nastier shit than havin swine in your soul

[Channel Live]

MC's is wack, annoyin like they name was P-Dap

Ain't go the nerve to pass 'em, Boogie, take your weave back

You get deceased at, hoes be located where you bleed at

I be seen, fuck you up brotha, you best believe that

Like a Christian, hoes be hangin around like crusifiction

I'm not Atlantic, star, tell your hoe stop wishin

Your bitch is stinkin, like she voted for Richard Nixon

You wanna know who's fuckin right, get the glass to the wall and listen

Too much lime green, got me blinkin from Visine

Niggas be claimin lyrics, but lack timing

Drop like an SB, blow it up like Galesby

I'm Not a Player but when it comes to gettin ass, I wouldn't SB

Bless me, off to the wall, hope these fools don't test me

Fake gangstas always seem to take it short like Joe Pesci

We Organize Rhyme like a Union, no confusion

That you don't know why you fuckin wit, and we ain't prostitution

[Chorus x2]

[Channel Live (Benny Boom)]

Why-O, Why-O, we Organized

Why-O, Why-Yo, yo, yo

We Organized with Rhymes

[Jersey and Brooklyn]

This is a Union, no confusion