Lyrics

Aight, Yo Once again Tha Mexakinz Another one We got the motherfucking syndrome Along with my partner the Capitol I-Man Doing this shit Mexicano modem No doubt about that Flip the menu [Mr. Sinful One - Verse 1:] My voice changes men back to boys And leaves them on bending knee So what's the remedy gonna be for my enemies , approach And watch me get ill when my lyrics spill Shit is real when they miss the fan and hit the mill, still water My sound gets wetter than a sherm-head Your stylе's sus' son that much you should be sperm-fed I'm turning hеads like the exorcist when flexing this Your fucking crew is so shook they need some exce's kid The tech-style flow from will have you so numb Fore some MC's be falling off like the hair on my scrotum, now No one can get with the Latin linguistic I'm quite storm like a mystic dropping verbal all balistics For instance it gets deep like when I speak My track shop beats like Ramon on beat streets, see So don't sleep I wake up shows like Joe Quicks Cus my dicks in drip drowning fools like the abyss [Chorus - O.D.B:] MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8 [Capitol I-Man - Verse 2:] Well it's the cold host Form Coast to Coast we post in from the West Posses the skills to bring it to your chest like cardiac arrest You test the wrong brown individual I do critical damage The type of shit an Army can't manage Disadvantage can't hang with my awkward slang Opposing enemies serving the penalties we bring I be the merciless, Mexicans with the verbal spliff I could be flexing with the best of them Flowing with the rest of them Manifesting nothing but lessons to be learned Don't come at me with your style that's played out like sideburns Cus the king is dead you couldn't hang with ? Right before he got all shooked up he started croaking But I'mma stay true to the greens smoking weed Without seeds don't provoke to make may brain bleed indeed Competition better know their place Cus if they can't take the heat then stay the fuck out my face [Chorus - O.D.B:] MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8 [Mr. Sinful One - Verse 3:] See I come off like a cap in church to snatch the words Right up out your grill-piece Don't trip my syndrome still leaves bodies dead I'm hot as feds up at the weed spots You need Glocks Cause you're as pussy as the g-spot I got your tounge like the cat Where ? try to bust but couldn't come dope With coke up in they nutsacks I can't wait to rock a fella leave the man bread like Giorgio You're fucking with the wrong Mexican is what you dont know [Capitol I-Man - Verse 4:] I let it be known that I roam with lyrical syndrome You couldn't beat it with the bat if you was Al' Capone Cus I'm untouchable when I bust the verbs check the words As I meantally elavate and stimulate your nerves Capitol I-Man smacking up eyes when try'na visualize me Knowing better it's best to realize me To despise me that's no a wise decision Cus I burn MC's to hell like a bad religion, straight up! [Chorus - O.D.B:] MC's I be burnin', burnin' hot x8