Bodega Gospel

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - Blacastan] Yes yes yall, who rock the best it's the b-l-a-c Play the strip without rocking a vest I'm saluted in the hood where I'm from In a spot where most of these rap niggas really can't come Movin' slow in an m3, feeling like B.I.G Yellow gold christ, the eyes made of rubies And like Bobby Fischer, strategical moves B Some play hard, but still lose the game Especially when they chasing money bitches and fame At the bodega, dope in the back, crack in the front Some throw crack in they blunt, exhale Smooth as Stringer Bell, high class clientele Took an indie deal, and then I blew off of that shit That's like flippin' 8-balls to bricks Grinding hard with the wisdoms of master Ferard (Fard?) I trap at the bodega like I trap in the yard [Verse 2 - Planetary] Corner store, dice ricochet off a stack of more Back and forth word play, niggas strapping up for war Black skully with the black thermal, niggas often mad purple Timberlands is in again, the villains in 'em fast to merk you My circle of thieves disturbing your peace My version of beef is heated to alerting degrees Earth is the feast, every continent is my condiment And every consonant is looking for a vowel to compliment I'm complex and you can tell if you had common sense ? rap shit gotta make some kinda sense I'm a mess if you ain't notice by now though My foul flow is up there where the clouds go The crowd go apeshit when the curtain open Beethoven bar count, bounce I emerge with a potion But tomorrow man, it's back to the concrete The block that made me, to help me define street [Chorus X2 - Planetary] Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stops [Verse 3 - Crypt] Bodega rap, dutchy and a quart of water Young bull outside looking like he wanna slaughter I got the pull and product, I fulfill them orders 50 grand, right through the custom borders Give us a little room, why you all up on us These all ass days, but nobody can harm us You's a little buzz, I'm a mushroom cloud I'm a nuclear warhead that will hunt you down Quarter rock and prowl, pour the rocks is loud Speakeasy drink liquor, pour the rocks right out Put thoughts on the paper, thoughts in the spaceship Parallel universe got me caught in the matrix Spaced out, I can't get back to the basics So it's back to the future, where we hustle on base kicks We in the land of the lost, don't try to trace this My food for thought so big you couldn't taste it [Verse 4 - Esoteric] Murderous messiah rap, find me in the streets like a tire track I ain't talking Detroit stats when I be sayin Yall some lyin' sacks, of shit My entire track's a fire trap, we mic'd up like wire taps I attack like a vampire That's the reason yall be skatin' off the scene It's Es, and AOTP's the team and we always connect Warchild on the speed dial playin' on the text Got an iPhone app through an iPhone app In rap, I'm self made like the gatalog (brat) And the only time you ? when studio time's freed up My people will beat the beat up I'm evil you better read up We shittin' up on your hood and we leavin' the fuckin' seat up Yall don't wanna meet up plus yall (can call you're freed up?) AOTP will heat the street up You got beef, you better speak up We tear your team in half, shake the league up [Chorus X2 - Planetary] Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stops