Grey Discipline

Lyrics

[Intro: Eto] Yeah Chino Peace god Body Bag Ben You know the swing That's how we do it Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Eto] I ain't get a haircut, changed my jeans It's been a nightmare, money never came by dreams Do you shoot in dirt, twist his top, AI clean They missed me by a hair, I miss the block, praise my fiends Get me solitary, they ain't gonna break my spirit Nothin' to hold me on, that's when they try to take my lyrics That'd kill me, 'cause Eto don't lie, for that I'm guilty, I I'd rather that before I snake my theorist Lot of these cornballs got bodied and swarmed on Their faces get painted, I gotta be warhog I'll be getting stocky in four walls (That's right) I had heart before bars Calm Respect the discipline But they only respect the bickerin' It's longest in the sevens, don't let the sinners in Hell's roof'll win again, watch Respect the discipline Don't look like cinnamon [Verse 2: Chino XL & Eto] Chino runnin' out of bars, like hell I am Describe myself in four words: like Hell I am Puerto Rican Godfather that's respected like God's father Spillin' vodka, ?sheet? Lucifer liturgy Lava doused karma in Satan's saliva, comma True illest nigga by far, the bar piler The reason unhuman being gene pool's in need of a life guard prob'ly (That King Chi shit) Monster with compromised mental health I go to drug stores and put all the pills for back pain on the bottom shelf My spit is ether that is steepin' deeper than Hell I write what words would say if words could actually speak or write words for themselves No glorification but through affiliation I've seen more huge birds Than on Lady Gaga's lapel during Joe Biden's inauguration The streets in disclosure of disclosed location Ministers drop bags off so niggas can flip the congregation saying prayer donations A rare occasion's when I have no fair inspiration I throw on some ether but the goddamn plot amazin', brazen police station desecrations You and your man soft I got caught cheatin' in solitaire out in the Middle East and cut my own hands off What I'm Conjuring rest in paranormal like Lorraine Warren I just hung up on your life callin' Knife and syllable slashin', write 'til my wrist is crampin' Be advised, you won't do a damn thing, you know the vibes like Lionel Hampton Been a violent, disciplined champion Since before bustin' out of the ice ravin' and rantin' In the video for Sway & Tech's Wake Up Show Anthem (It's classic shit, nigga)