BadBadNotGood - Gunshowers lyrics

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BadBadNotGood - Gunshowers lyrics

[Verse 1: Ghostface k**ah] Simpleminds get blown, shattered into pieces My thesis is thick like the Book of Eli We live we die, we put 'em in the sky Free your mind as a slave like the Fourth of July This a sandstorm created from original thought I bust boundaries son, you just do what you're taught My vocab is powerful, spit sh** subliminal Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual Come through in the final hour, with gun showers Stand the f** up like Flav and fight the power I'm an activist, socialist, deadly a** poetrist Supreme Clientele, I'm a goddamn vocalist My thoughts are so heavy I could change a generation The x-factor, we puttin' holes through inflation [Verse 2: Elzhi] If you hit the rock bottom of the asphalt, that's likely your a** fault My lines are c**aine, the flow is bath salt I'm a for-sure Don, no one in your circle can box me That's like an oxymoron I flirt with building your empire Gotta shake the snake in the gra** and spark shots to swim liars Because every weekend this b**h street cred ain't banging cheap lead And probably cut like sweet bread when in they sheets bread So n***a holla, I coin phases to trigger dollars Its bu*terflies like the shirts made with bigger collars Women thank the scholar, the broad stealer Who laying face down and a** up like a card dealer The time ceases, I'll keep a bear with dime pieces As I palm another phenomenon rhyme thesis Because on the contrary, I get it popping like Don Perry beyond time hairy and thick You can declare me as sick [Verse 3: Ghostface k**ah] Highly contagious Bathsalt flows leaving bodies all on stages Locked behind cages, Don of all ages Its Ghostface n***a never plead in the cases But I plead the fifth, four-fifth by the belt buckle Crackstone faced n***as would steal a [?] Get head shuffled, I have uncle murder your goons Hoes in balloons, ODing on flights from Columbia Pull your trunk through your neck when the car tells down with you Supreme talk balls, verbal holocaust I'm a thriller Have you jumping on [?], wigs hand me a Miller Said the dogs sitting in their shoes My iron monkey spit banana clips with thick traps like Terry Crews Silverbacks with high tracks, f** a molax Got a duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture rises in attack just like a vulture Ghostface the next Escobar, [?]