AWAR - Gang Initiation lyrics

[Intro - Poison Pen:] Live from the Beat X Awar We got the Fallen Angels We got Triple Optix We got Stronghold That's what's poppin' yo Diabolic, Poison Pen, Awar Let's take 'em to war yo Take 'em to war yo [Verse 1:Awar] I'm here, stainless steel ice grill, razor proof skin Do a show in hell, raise the roof with enough space to move in Walkin' with Satan's troops, I'm color changing your mood rings Raid the food in your fridge with a sabor tooth grin Chomp it down, I'll make your smile mold a necklace And kick a black hole in your solar plexus, on my stomping grounds You speak Islamic now, rap in a broken language Translating Bin Laden in a Pig Latin and ten axes And a pimp's pa**ion, walk with a little limp action Sprinklin' baby powder on mits for my a**istant pimps who get distracted I'm [??], and if I said it I meant it I'll have your girl missing periods like a run on sentence So keep your guns on the entrance, or play laser tag with inferreds The kiss of d**h, serving molotov co*ktails in hell's kitchen Lethal weapon like Mel Gibson d**h to the fate of your ruler Cause my fam drops enough gems to bankrupt Jacob the j**eler Wake up your medula, you don't tote Glocks, you smoke co*ks in the industry Your infantry sounds like a bunch of broke Pacs [??] never sold rock but I got your souls locked on a triple beam, like ya blown hops to smithereens Chorus - Poison Pen: [??] y'all, put [??] on the back of your throat Jump y'all, you think that we crackin' a joke Stuff y'all, rough y'all, cut y'all, crush y'all ??? what the f** y'all [2X] [Verse 2:Diabolic] Yo, cops are lookin' for an excuse to call reinforcements So proceed with caution, or see a coffin I'll read your fortune, I can see the future Squeeze a Ruger, serve beef like Peter Luger D's and troopers, the first of three targets To get set up framed, for first degree charges Any rapper you put verses me garbage I'd rather serve or pee and burn the weed harvest You cannot be hood, you Hollywood p**y Well 'bolic just want that Hollywood p**y I could rap for weeks, y'all just rappin' weak You ain't have the streets, you had 'em fast asleep I ain't blastin' heat, na I slash and butcher Cause y'all punk b**hes like Ashton Kutcher Diabolic, man with the shortest fuse Defeat's out my price range, can't afford to lose Money talks, it speaks and I listen And life's the b**h with bare feet in my kitchen Screamin' and b**hin' so I'm plottin' for wealth Gettin' bars off my chest like I'm spottin' myself [Hook] [Verse 3:Awar] Yo, my optical stance, standin' at the top of the planet Hip-Hop's the only obstacle in the ways of dollars I can't get If I gotta pack [confised??] cannon to profit off the promise land To blow up popsicle stands, slayin' contraband I'll get my chance yeah, you smile for the media Blurb about the j**els he havin' I'll get your smile in a mediums, and curve your enthusiasm Cause I flirt with d**h, like the Grin Reaper had a trim beaver I work out tracks like a gym teacher's new receiver I make your protojays, slit your throat with your shoulder blade Motivate cultin' visions, because when inside and out and it's the only ultimatum And every degenerate knows, I won't rest my dome With airwaves flooded with my genetic clones When the name Awar rest in peace is etched in the headstone The beats bang like Gang Initiation Free Easy Duke till a pulp fiction [Hook] - 2X