Nonchalantly

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 9th Prince] Ayo, ayo, 9th Prince attack like Greg Valentine with a Sledgehammer Figure-4 body slammer decrease your stamina Verbal heart damager, I'm half-man, half-monster like Bruce Banner Camouflage Scorpio vendetta with a black Beretta, serial killer Federal Expressman, FedEx, send deathbed letters to get cheddar Verbal terrorist, I'm living in a street life of rage Machine gun sprayed and wet up the whole stage Iron junk, metal razor blades I cough Camouflaged Velour, I'm raw like the Eagle Claw My tunes of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratory Whispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers calling me Rap battle cats trapped in combat We hijacking planes as Islord strap me with the gat to your back Camouflage guerrillas performing drive-bys, like California gangstas Strapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault Murder weapon'll blow your rips out your midsection Chinese connection with the Wu-Tang perfection [Verse 2: Beretta 9] Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we moving in son Shark style, peep the fin, pushing through like Stiff-arm Heisman, although we wise men Don't make us act a fool, keep a calm, cool collective A nice perspective, it only takes for one cat to disrespect his Or ruin a show, oh what y'all ain't know That everything's real like blue steel Bein pulled out at a sold out concert? The crowd went berzerk, here come the Jakes, red alert They got trampled on, a cop lost one arm Killarm' still live on stage don "Red Dawn" Ayo, where "The Obsticle"? Anything's possible "Allah Sees Everything", kid, check the obstacle Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable 9th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital 911 style, ShoGun cracked a smile Or push this cat into Sin, through in the towel It's like life's insane, Dom P pop champagne And Is' came out of the crowd with 20 chains [Verse 3: Islord] Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly Still hitting fiends off monthly 'Cause this rap shit ain't feeding me My physical is just looking real good but my insides is crying Fiending to catch like fifty analog niggas off point And tear pockets, so stay still, tell your crew Don't even move, 'causeI got like 55 keeping it live Tight niggas trapped with rockets, pointed at your eye sockets Throwing 99 joints at your grill, you can't block it [Verse 4: P.R. Terrorist] Rebellious one, who never like to carry small guns I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for ya wig And any pig that try and confront me and my cig' That bomb is rigged, ready to explode, get blown to Madrid You and your fam, you and your mans and all of your kids Because I'm nuts, spilling my guts like dry heaving A fly even, cat that never split his pie even Get caught in my line of fire and die wheezing And the man who seen it go down for no apparent reason Just breathing and believing that it's pockets that I be greasing He's deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes gleaming War ringing, diva bitch in my bed, she's soul singing With my mic, ducking it right, my son's outside slinging Beige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eating a Halls I got a show, later tonight, I'm headed to the mall I'll grab you something, if you see Fantasia tell her she fronting 'Cause I had her way in my lab and didn't fuck nothing Life's something, somedays I be feeling like sniping something Writing something that'll change the whole world, feel like I'm coming With this black ink all over these white sheets Run like a track meet with a fleet of killers and shit Don't even compete {*pause*} Yo.. in a herd of white wool, label the black sheep Tap dancing on fire, the kid with bronze feet Terrorist snatching the track, leaving the gold teeth All you players, killers, dogs, thugs - make it brief {*echoes*}