Musical Chairs

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Stoneface/Sharecka] Yo, we be bugging out in the upper house If a brother need bail, I'ma get my brother out Fuck me - rub 'em out, duck me - run 'em out Meet me, catch up, gun 'em out, caught by running mouth Everyone go, even a hoe that tried to kick it when I entered When I said I be banging that shit, I meant it Got in the wrong business, bangin ya Split like Moses did Hydromania, hanging, ya 1836, I'm hanging ya Dissin' me is danger, history 'mains to be Found, and sometimes in my city is poverty Starvin' peeps, drugs and a lot of heat Beef and a lotta grief - all that Cried cause I was hungry, what you call that? I call it survival, counts the ends Soaked sins in the Bible, my soldier's title They say, "Oh God, forgive Life's negative", tell me how you live, what [Verse 2: Timbo King] Fuck a club, I rhyme inside a crowded train station The plane I'm on is way beyond aviation My voice alone could start the revolution early The world be, spinnin' in my palm Just spinnin' in my palm circular, energy, energy Niggas got a tendency to blame it on the Hennessy A hundred proof without alcohol involved I slap y'all niggas right in front of Carnegie Hall How you want it, fried or raw We brawl with y'all, 144,000 total in all [Verse 3: Hell Razah] Musical holocaust, orchestra course, carry my cross In this bloodsport, Brooklyn, New York, prophecy thoughts He caught a buzz like irons plugged in with a short Guns get bought, we conference and let the money talk If thy right hand offend thee, Timbo, cut it off If today was revolution, would they really set it off? Niggas is soft, frontin' for a page in The Source That's why your label took a loss to them items you floss And if I write it, niggas bite it, we gon' fight it in court Nautica cloth, sweatshirt, threaten the Earth Rap will force you while recording, bring death to your birth From a Benz to a hease, best friends to the worst [Verse 4: Prodigal Sunn] The last verse, pull out the hearse, it's the mighty Lion of Zion Intoxicated with iron, another bitch nigga dyin' Snitches were lying, the type of way I like defyin' Bitches be eyein', crying, catch a slug from the blood of the Mayan Carribean, Indian, why we livin' in division It's not a division, taste the arrow from the coalition In general, rocking a Kangol Figueroa Takin the heads of cobras like Priest said, "It's Over!" And vintage soldier, blazing a pack of chocolate Mocca Kid, I thought I told ya, now witness the flame of Jehova