Curriculum-Postmen

Sonny D I pump fear in your eighty five shadylife soundscans Cover underground standing up and down land The type that hold the mic and disco all night The way I shine I inspire the light Up in the docks banging snow white Playing my cards and holding aces Your rhyme styles are standard I'm more basement To keep fans crying and waiting my name is written over pavement When I die I'm gonna be all statement Count me in for whatever it brings Cut the pie take the slice kid whatever it brings My life dedicated to God word to my mother If you disrespect her you soon soon discover Haters get punished or rubbished we are overcomers Stretch rap video act chopper the hummers U Niq Unemployed hoodrats become diplomats from the streets Cause now we earn money by teaching over beats the city sleeps Only if time dies I'm feeling this It's obvious that money talks louder than any communist My motivation is to struggle and my puzzle is deep Scramble the pieces when I was weak My innocence kept me on second level environments Driven by ignorance but its past things you see This thug n***a for life you wanna be this is where we live N***a are catching cold where the heat is My speakers are where the street is I'm keeping all my dogs posted by using telekinesis Ganza Guns on vinyl CD's tapes plus it gotta face haters on flyers They are tired of seeing us gain Some declared war based on their own f**k ups thinking they know me Behind the smile your labeled phoney don't let them know who's your tenderoni You on top they cock block what never done heard of that pump diesel Go against us we burn tiers leave tracks of bad memories Stretched across your empire Here y'all talking while we sparking more like lying That nosy critic dissin' the product he should be buying Rap gets any n***a facts with no money in the pockets Swinging like Dirk Diggler boogie back for them dockers You entertain lame I know the game it's far from a noteblock Just do your public relations and chill until the bomb drops N***as bought Timbs do rags now they are thug o saurus wrecks F**k that n***a calling my phone making death threats E Life You can rock twenty backpacks all at the same time Or do some windmills on the floor while throwing up some outlines Or you could drop a rhyme while you'll be backspinning on two broke Gemini's I don't care cause none of y'all is f**king with mine I redefine E life born to be trifle You will cram to understand that I will die as E grand Ridiculous land curriculum is written on mic stands What you think I just reached out and s**t just fell up in my hands You side swing I will be foul like Don King Put one and one together Eleven beyond things Why you stress it I will grab this mic and bless it I stand tall like a sphinx in Sinai desert We turn Neanderthal and fire arms come out unharmed While you niggers acting like b***hes and sound the alarm Tripwire s**t you're not suppose to play with them guns Protect my funds check the resume Mis Who done and wet those you're still a silhouette Guns did explore for the ghettos Where villains turn rappers and killing rascals Miraculous use of guns at the club shooting let the bullet travel Those who run seduce the level we on Beyond management my flair of elegance Intelligence it ain't relevant that's how we mix with them My curriculum did speak extravagant We cause what'll never be yours I fear non of them Unload six guns on them watch them go for the floor We talk big guns business for y'all lying rapflow with balls While you're d**kless holding yours watch me strip them We flip pictures throw bricks on them smash till I'm rich with them Lyrics I'm sick with them major I politic with them My peoples hold d**k with them stick with them 'till the end Where only the realest can rely on the fact they gunmen curriculum Shy Curriculum be killing em softly Its ripping em often hard you a softy Some balsy rapper with nerves to alarm we You serve we hardly use words to smack you back first From where it starts it ends with no attempt to tempt us To let off relentless you ment us in segments of patterns of rhymes I recong can't hate what regulates a revolutionary weapon When years turn month's week days hours minutes to seconds Y'all checking so effectively it landed where we planned it to happen Restacking for more no superstar status struck caught of balance Liable to lose talent when fans turn violent and silently start wildin' Ignore you on the tours you used to pack no echo in silence That's why I never follow hype cause when its right I swing left With the science if a lion when a rip it to death Becomes n***as who confuse us for a here gone tomorrow Tears turn to sorrow you want us we're here