Black Woods

Lyrics

[Verse 1: MED] Uh, yeah Flow venomous, born lyricist Code red metaphor chokehold supremacist (Uh) Cashed out like tenements and black hoods Sentences crash in your chest like black woods (Uh) Mash your black hood (Uh) Ghost of Rap 'cause I rap good 45 leather but the dash wood Cash good, I spit 16 can't wait Come jumpin' out the van like A-Team MED's like a bottle of Jim Beam Street model white tee Nikes with creased jeans (Whoo) Test me better get prepared Sweet dreams 'causе tomorrow you'll be wakin' up to nightmares (Uh) Rock is the futurе, center of attention You get passed like my Newport Truther when I bought this chew on, hold me Lyrically a problem, one who can rock ya army (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: The Grouch] I ain't a tough guy, baby, but I'm tough enough to judge you Deep inside in your soul, place so cold I rushed through But let it sink in like ink done stay That brother's gonna be around when other man say so Son still deliver that ladies they want the package But maybe now when they ask it somebody else's assets I like my asses fat not flat Got rap down, pat now, brothers move past tense [Verse 3: Luckyiam.PSC] I bring from plastic to massive no itty bitty titty 'Cause MIDIs I run in cities that's really some of 'em shitty So pretty most of 'em idiots Gobblin' and swallowin' now holla when they self-esteem, makes 'em come follow On the auto while I'm hollerin' and spottin' them, that's adamant Copenhagen, I gotta let it ride to let some back in and size 'em, hah I got it don't stop, get it, get it And it probably be a girl if you ain't a hot spitta [Verse 4: Sunspot Jonz] I'm wakin' up from the nighttimes, each night will set the tight rhymes The light is on for action settin' go, full throttle we let it GO On the bottle VS, numb tomorrow on me OP, Hennessy, I'm a borrough from the telly Telegram me but I'm outside your border Plus the sav's on order on deck Sound check, mic check, what the fuck's next? Hit 'em with the sirens that's sick If I'm lyin' I'm alone to say I quick, you wet [Verse 5: Scarub] With the shotgun safe to the head A sawed-off double barrel riddle that tickles your mentals with the punchline giggles Mind blowin', I'm high scorin' with mind throwin' Hot spitter chuck it like lit a bug out and keep goin' When I'm flowin' heads bobbin' like I'm knowin' Charlie Chaplin mackin' without words spoken, get 'em open She likes my wood work, I'm a craftsman Jesus was a carpenter too, yo, why you laughin'?