Cilvaringz - Energy lyrics

Feat. 4th Disciple, Beretta 9 [Intro: Beretta 9] B9, Cilvaringz Yo yo yo aiyo [Beretta 9] Murder one I wrote this Y'all hold ya breath it's the kid from Red Dawn Y'all n***as know the song And if not, imagine, Beretta rap toe tag Body bag return MC's from whence they came Kid you know my name, my calibur, my aim More range, Danny Ainge, cowboys and Indians Tomahawk, chop off ya arms, get the kid again Out when we come thru, we out for ya whole crew Producers are too, n***a, you, you and you What the f** you gonna do? Beat ya feet to the rhyme, I wrote If you knick knack, you better not smoke That sh** no more, n***a, no more [4th Disciple] As we drop these lessons, professin' Yo who got questions? We strive to eliminate the guessin' Godly profession, that be the blessin' in my smoke session Yo! As we broke thru the smoke screen, arrive on the scene Hands turned towards the team, offspring of Allah 13 As pure thought is transformed thru soundwave machines By Digital means, we activate the extreme Cuz we born with the blessin' in our genes Sometimes it seems, that the thought, took years to build We rotate wheels of steel, though trained in sk**s Body still sore from the military drills, Energy revealed [Cilvaringz] Enter my Chambers at the perils of the ba*tard Swordsmen In this f**in' life you can't depend on Lady Fortune And so I energize everything as Yin and Yang Knowledge the wisdom just to understand the savage man See the Sword of Energy, I swing it at society Cilvalize the ones who feared d**h and died mentally Judge wisely, with dominant intelligence The f**in' world doesn't know what it fights against All they want is silence and a life to adore But there is No Love Without Hate, no peace without war There is no white without black, no neck without sword There's no cops without thugs, no LP without 4th Disciple! [Outro: Cilvaringz] See the crazy thing about it is.. You got cops out there tryin' to f**in' fight crime It's that f**in' crime that feeds their family Yanawmean? Without that crime there wouldn't be no food on the table for the cops It's the crazy thing about it, son Think about it