Shuffle Heavy Gun-Powder-Keg

Lyrics

[Intro: Alcatraz] Yo Gun! Powder! Keg! Warcloud, Professional, Vulgar Ayo, it's how we rock-rock it It's how we rock, yo yo It's how we rock-rock it It's how we rock it, yo yo Warcloud, ayo [Chorus: Alcatraz] The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables Graffiti train yard like waxworks that's fatal Trouble is my business, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables Graffiti train yard like waxworks that's fatal Welcome to the bunk house, pin ball, you age While I gun rappers down in arcades, crumble the page [Verse 1: Alcatraz] Soap box races, the Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow Lounging in the back with the chief streak of water fire Catch a pretty chick, spring fruit juice, I'm cluck Niggas wanna be criminals but they ain't smart You could never ice me, I'm too ice and dice Bitches selling cheap shirted guys them gritty flies Ever since an unruly kid boggled a great Took a snapshot in the tree at Will Rogers's estate Right by the polo fields, Zorro the Fox Toto while the moral is hot, smoulder with pox Roll them in the box, drop rocks then cock Glocks Clock you out your socks with the ox, the knot props Under Old Lady's house banging pans and pots You caught us on the block, hopscotch, we Hot Jocks Guns at thirty mobs for dirty cops that shot We bob for blue apples on yachts with a lot of wop Champagne tops pop in a dark spot in watts Ride a lot, niggas sleep on cots, you caught the knots I bought a nice watch, got hype thoughts and mot's Know you want to jot, like pops you got fought Tart, what you saw too colonial down in Lexington Tart, what you saw too colonial down in Lexington Biker hitchhiker chick had you holding the wake She's full of problems that she likes to make, I'm breaking cake Jolly break your face with a paper mate, we church mice Starving like an old fat man, my gats jam Dead man's game, I'll murder you 'til I'm sleepy Then pay my brave thieves on the outside of my tepee [Break: The Professional] Yo I sleep with conviction, hit you where your bone will rubble And I want it susceptible to disease, the art of mic rocking Turntables, graffiti and weed Mics, turntables, graffiti and weed How you supposed to see me with your vision impaired? I shot your tongue out of your mouth and leave you dead on the stairs [Chorus: Alcatraz] The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables Graffiti train yard like waxworks that's fatal Trouble is my business, flier raps then box kites Bump into and slump you with heavy pistols, we rock mics The art of mic rocking, the art of turntables Graffiti train yard like waxworks that's fatal Welcome to the bunk house, pin ball, you age While I gun rappers down in arcades, crumble the page