Goodie Mob - State Of The Art lyrics

What the f** you know me for Obstacle of holy war I won't get there radio k**a No filler, no filler You playlist the dealer, dealer Let's go in the chilling, chilling Don't work on designer, signer I'm streaming for visions, visions Let d**h be your sentence, sentence You think they know something Then you might as well be dead If you see us then we see us it won't be code red And I stay up the emergency it's time to break bad Songs to be ignored like title one clap There's very little money in your mind We want yours The ride always carry me We need the possessing I was blessed enough the cla** in Go and crazy go dismissing Verbal grasping rappers really Got me fast and pulled the mission If the masters of the 7 Using speakers as a weapon Rapping we at war, MO B MO, B MO B MO, B MO Say bro whatcha hesitating? Come on man k** hat motherf**er Ain't no secret keep it real We do what the f** we feel Every road a righteous scale