Horseshoe Gang - Team 6 lyrics

[Verse 1: Mykestro] n***as say "Stro, you should try to enlighten the sites mo" an*lyzin' my vices, antagonizin' to tightrope Pushin' past cabanas, look how the cycle of dykes grow Disciples of my diligence, know the Heisman is Mykestro Notoriety's heightened, that's why my vitals are spiked so The lack of compromise in my kites, despite the advice bro Post poltergeist, show no condolence, you die slow Shall I go on with the motive-moldin', I might though I'm all about them lines, like Frankie Lymon tonight yo All that bullsh** I'm too modernized in the mind for Why would I coincide with the side show Gemini, him and I Co-collide with your kind loc Who else bars brolic as these? This melodic esteem's more symbolic to theme Kerosene in the comments while my competence gleams Off the Doppler with the confidence, if pops would just feed My seed, then I could profit off my Oxford degree And the octaves, no recognizance, I've adopted the need To lead the regime, how could being novice appease How could it not be a nod what I bring To the the table for a label 2Pacalypse, to topic-less teens These provocative synopsizes, I process to please No accomplice, just me, you know the moxy is mean Step out boxster in my moccasins, they not as obscene, at mach speed [Verse 2: Iceman] Life seems great but all they see is the visual Lord knows behind the scenes is more pivotal So pay attention, you might catch the subliminals The pain I exude through my mannerisms are critical See I don't waste my time focusin' on what y'all done My focus is makin' dope so potent it'll make your jaw numb Rappers, I easily Steven Segal em I'll leave em leakin' and crawlin' like a heater revolvin' You bring diseases to the game, I've seen y'all peep through So I dynamite patch the cracks that y'all seep through Hit the bu*ton and detonate your whole mental state I'm drivin' with the heavy foot and the homies are pedal weight I said heavy foot, I said pedal weight Cuz the weight from my foot's heavy enough to make the pedal break You want your props? Aight, big deal I toss you a grenade and run away and laugh cuz you think it ain't real See lord knows what I go through My little bro and nephew's eyes is where I see hope through No amount of bad health can black out the vision I have for my crew, stadium's packed out Hidden camera view of our avenue cuz you ain't got the gla**es to peep what we plan to do You witnessin' a blessin' in the makin' It's our turn, the West is for the takin' COB n***a [Verse 3: Julius Luciano] Between gangstas and MCs, my camps the link You n***as think we in court and pa** judgement, but I'm outside of your gavel's reach The words that I leak on the sheet become fruit that rappers eat, actually it's like apple ink Speakin' of Apple Inc. that company gotta survive without Jobs like the ghetto that I grew up in in these Valley streets From here to Athens, Greece, the game's in our clutches, the Shoes got a grip on the field, no attachin' cleats I can prey on you rappers or send a gangster hitman You got a G on your head like you play for the Packers For only a thousand, a G on your head you play for the Packers Lil' green on your head, again you play for the packers I'm fly with it, I'm in the sky with it Like Luke Skywalker flyin' solo, I'm so Han with it If ever I lose a step and I'm behind with it Then there's nothin' for me to catch up, yessir, I'm so Heinz with it I'm movin' extra fast, I see the checkered flag From now on you can address me as Gordon: Jeff or Flash I'mma win this race, lord willin' In this vehicle of life, I'm in the pa**enger side, the lord's wheelin' I'm above y'all, my floor is your ceilin' I'm gettin' underground dead presidents like corpse stealin' I don't believe in luck, I'm no coin flipper I'm smart, high IQ, I should join MENSA [Verse 4: Kenny] I chief sour in the wee hours, call that a night light With a chick who's heads on another level like a head high Paper planes, take us away, that's a night flight Turn our eyes red from bright white, we'll catch the redeye I'm dope as f** cuz even as a fetus I would rap to my mom's heart patterns as it was beatin' Knew my future was the brightest cuz the plannin' was ingenious And we didn't need a psychic, no, no one ever had to read it I smile big cuz they can't dead the fact That the very first United States Pres was black John Hanson was actually the first leader of state But they say George Washington, took our achievements away, but hey (Our president is black) Got a black fo' fo, that's cool, but still I got a black fo' fo' And I'm talkin' to any hater, let me run into you I'll make shots jog across the sky and run in to you We different, preach to your choir about the things you can't seem to acquire But seek and desire, you washed up, so proceed to the dryer I've been through Hell, had to leave through the fire And came out in decent attire, un-singed, as sharp as the crease from my iron Some of you old cats need to retire cuz your career's lyin' still like a thief and a liar I'm live, your game is lifeless Your talk is cheap, but my talk is priceless [Verse 5: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] f** waitin', we bargin' in, move it or lose it I spaz out with my money [?] or bloomin' So if I push this weight in dope, move it or lose it So you should abuse it, til this dude's rich as Scrooge McDuck Quickly when I bust this heat, f** with me Get a buck fifty or I'll grab a snug and buck fifty off and off him, toss him off in Coffin, is what I should be doin', vomit's what I should be spewin' Meds are what I should be chewin' It's Shoe Gang we here Deal with us or make a deal with us Like get skrill with us and we won't k** n***as (I want bu*ter) My gun won't jam if you tryin' to step like you hear a slow jam f** your family tree, I'll choke your old man I don't mean weed but I'll smoke your Grams Once I buck a couple shells, they'll duck me, yell and tuck their tail Cuz I'm tough as nails, you f**ers frail, I can f**in' tell You lose just like the definition of misplaced I was made for the streets, just like mixtapes f** increasin' the peace, I'm finna grab an extended mag and increase my piece k**in' rate Muhf**as [Verse 6: Demetrius Capone] We the new d**h Row, you n***as ain't enough Dirty cop flow, I'm a mix between Crooked and Kurupt You n***as ain't what's up, that's what's up I'm deer huntin', I'm after dough, after bucks f** 'cain, I numb my pain with drug money Blood bank, I fill my bank with blood money We a motherf**in' quiet storm Like makin' it rain with hush money, the change can't run from me I'm gainin', I'm deadly, n***a wanna test me? n***a feel testy? n***a better test these testes Hit a n***a lefty, then I'm finna hit him with the Dezzy Send a n***a directly to Hell with Elvis Presley Snow thing, jet ski, I ball so hard, I'm finna win an ESPY Cocaine, Gretsky Slick as ice, enemies know I'm gifted like the richest kids on Christmas But I'm on Grinch sh** when I rip this mic You couldn't escape with an "S" and a cape I spit liquid Kryptonite then it cryptically crystallize I'm a rare case, I wave with a .38 Call that Hi and Bye like I bought air space Run up on you barefaced, spray you like bear mace If mean mugs then I should catch a staircase