Hayze - Lethal lyrics

[Verse 1: The Therapist] Walk into the booth with the bodybag Blood everywhere dawg, you know I got that surgeon swag Precision yo, yeah the flow is like a heated When I spit, quick in seconds I just picked your life What you think you know about The Therapist? I'm six spill pills yeah, the flow is like medicine When I let go yo they call me Smith & Wesson Yeah, cross me dog, I leave bullets at your intersection If I'm so wrong then where right at? Holes in my hands, I be chillin' where Christ at And I'm sorry for your misdirection Young rap saviour, I'm Biggie skinny resurrection Wrap me in the fold of them rubber bands Fresh everywhere, yeah you know I'm like a hundred grand If TP bad his b**h bad too And if I come swag then she come swagu And if a n***a ever try disrespectin' Leave it to my crew cause murder is representin' So n***a yo jus wave that flag up SOL the nation, fake n***as pack yah bag up [Verse 2: The Therapist] Yo second verse Givin' free rides, leave your body in the hearse Keep it clean yeah but brother I'm trying But lethal is the game so n***as gotta be dying Obedience better than sacrifice So the way I'm swaggin' yo I should stop k**ing right? Wrong, see my demeanour ain't even right Heavy ridin' with the nina, you can just keep it light Bithes poppin' ecstacy pills Mad f**ed up just to perceive me still You gotta be so ill, you gotta be so trill To keep up with the master Girls all over me they love pretty rasta Eugh! I'm such a actor Pretend that I love 'em, f** 'em, and turn the camera So yo where the values at? f** you n***a, walk around with daggers in my back So if you think I'm 'bout to slow down You can fill up your boots clown Ask a n***a why he got to act like this Got mad vengeance so I got a AK to spray So trust when I say it's OK Cause I know y'all ain't even judge me to my face n***a, just leave your place Artist perfection is quick to erase Young and wildin', on a violent island TP sk**s is none to be rifled Be stifled with lyrical rifles Dropping haikus inside you Make you cry to God for Salvation I'm Jesus for y'all pacin' Hate-makers can't taste my pacemaker CD Sega, no Peace Player 90's n***a, leave no prisoners In your home, these sinners Ain't ready for my stinger [Verse 3: haYze] Wrote this at 4:00 something My doctor say I need more sleep I say f** it, I'm puttin n***as 4 feet deep And leave 2 feet to see if they can try to walk in 'em But they can't fit in my shoes, that's like a baby in Timberlands Look, heaven's for the timid, and the prison's for the tanned Rap like Ive got both cards in one hand Ain't about that 9 to 5 slaving for the man Been Illmatic dawg, it ain't hard to tell Stay Illmatic till they recognize the man With this one mic spittin' that ether for the fans More like cyanide when they hater inhale Impales all his organs till one of them done failed Word to Mike Ross, I ain't following suit Gotta make it to the top, Reeboks won't do Coming for the whole pot, won't settle for piece f** your peace treaty raps, I'm an animal b Yeah