Lyrics

[Chorus] Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son [Verse 1: Knowledge] Fuck that, pardon my speech Everyone silent when a king speak We on the darkest streets, sparking leaf, it's hard to see It's hard for me to believe or evеn conceive that one day thеre'll be peace You gon' make me dust off the heat? (Blaaow) I leave you deceased You force my hand, just stop fucking with me Botherin' a G, you get dusted off like a half a key In this life you get one turn I heat it up like a sunburn, watch the sun burn As the world turn, floating in outer space Lookin' down on an alien race, a foul taste I spit it out, start to erase Puffed that I'm coughin' purple smoke in my face My dogs barkin' when I walk in the place, sparkin' the haze Strivin' for the light in the darkest of days, motherfucker [Chorus] Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son Get down (Get down) movin' the heat in the street Emptying pounds (Come on) until the block's deceased Spit rounds full of killers and hoodlums Dark Syndicate, yeah, we up to no good son [Verse 2: Lord Lhus] I'm no goodie Show your microphone, motherfucker, prepare for annihilation Try to hate sin, I got more degrees than a master mason Call me masturbation, I ask why with curious faces 'Cause I'm white coming out from the south like ejaculation Keep it hardcore, I'm too raw to rap softly You faggots is weak, go two ways like walkie talkies We the hardest out, slap whack rappers so guard your mouth What you all about? We disrespect you inside of your momma's house Savage Brothers, Lhus, and Snowgoons Automatic dream team be seen like full moons So keep the stack flow, jakes is peepin' the cat's flow So we ride on, banging Track 12 off Black Snow Hit the back row swervin, who you know live like this? Underground soldiers fightin' pigs like Mike Vick Catch a backfist just for bobbin' your head to whack shit You plastic emos stay in dark corners like an arachnid [Verse 3: Qualm] See you balling out 'til you get popped when you re-up Livin' the fast life 'til you hit you a speedbump Eyes fixed on the goal like I'm puntin' to win a game Fuck her any date on a pen and page, you imitate Shit flops, tickets sell out your bracelet And make you hip hop, the only way you get respect when you rock It's amongst the other heads and fiends, dreams and schemes Beneath the streets we bend beats through amplifiers Get more neck than vampires, I'm a lost soul so Hip hop metropolis got dough Stay underground, bang music through potholes Listen to the sound, you a pussy like gato Hold shit down, I'm the master like lock, yo Dog, we some white gorillas plottin' like Congo Vatos hug the block close when they ride slow Get they mop blown, head look like a drop, homes