Hook: {Skim Basegod}
We here to bring thunder till you six feet under
The raindancer roaming with the black magic pastors
Dont you forget we some mothafu*kin masters, pull up in your quarter and the enemies scatter
Bridge: {Kalvary}
I regret my regrets it's the chronic ba*tard
Skin you, ring you, sell you as wrappers
Don't you forget the infamous rappers
For those who don't know, we're the black magic pastors
Verse 1: {Ace The Syndicate}
Like woah, chill my ni**a like what's the dеal?
If you gon' try and switch up i'm going in for the kill, bills stackin but imma just keep it real
All thesе other ni**as would rather just pop a pill
My people out the projects is always livin in debt and ain't never seen a cheque or ever gettin' respect, so you best protect your neck, we comin out with the clique
Don't you ever forget, this the russian roulette
Hook
We here to bring thunder till you six feet under
The raindancer roaming with the black magic pastors
Dont you forget we some mothafu*kin masters, pull up in your quarter and the enemies scatter x 2
Verse 2: {Kalvary}
b*tch I'm coming for your neck, I demand my respect
You can't sense my moves better fix your kinect
So just keep me out of your shindigs
You don't wanna go toe to toe with a cynic
Cuz these are the big leagues
Mustard seed, your time is up I blossomed up
To verse me get your xp doubled up, kinda like my double cup
You don't think you've had enough?
No kardashians but you having trouble keeping up
Verse 3: {Skim Basegod}
All i wanna do now is just live for the culture
I hope when I’m gone imma get a hood sculpture
The vulture should know that we hear to denounce ya
Profound on a loud in crowd full of sound
I’m not a british Ms but I’m lookin for a pound
A circle of gees ni**a don’t you go round
I’m a black young ni**a I been feeling so mild
Moving through the hood with my hat laid down
Non existent frequency so you can’t hate on
I’m retarded in the game but I never play dumb
I’m kidnappers the kidnappers better pay ransom
Operations in my walk so I gotta run sum
But I’m jogging w the adds and it’s critically bad
How the masses always claiming that they criminally mad
But they fu*kin w the cops when they postin bout an opp
Lying to everyone my ni**a sh*t is deeper than you thought
Verse 4: {Kalvary}
ni**as wanna call the five O, saying I'm a criminal
When I'm on a beat yelling out you're so cynical
Tripping
Reverends trynna reconfigure the system
Blood by day but at night I be crippin
Society is scary for ni**as this legendary
I just wanna live life before I'm in the cemetery
Artillery got canons looking hairy
With high pitch sounds bet Mariah wouldn't Carey
Verse 5: {Ace The Syndicate, Kalvary & Skim}
ni**a its BMP, were the pastors you see
You a weak emcee, you imposters to we
I’m a god level being, taking shots on the beat
I was out with the team, got the song on repeat
As hard as it seems turning water to steam
I was copping all the green to provide for the team
Going crazy off the haze and its making us scream
You obnoxious you see, you a pawn to a king
See the systems designed just to leave us confined, I decline every time when I rhyme in my mind
Every mountain I climb, every step that I take
I be crouching like tigers, I pounce on my prey
Multiply and divide and we conquer the slaves
We are monsters enraged, you a dog in the cage
We straight up mobbing, you ni**as just talk
BMP is the answer, the question’s what’s poppin?
b*tch! Og