[Intro: Dj Genre & cAb]
Oh no it's about to be something serious
Soul System
Soul System
Get them cAb
Yeah
It's all you boy
[Verse 1: cAb]
Dead town flow
Living with the wicked
In the [?] where the system
Make it hard for us to get it
Grinding every minute
Looking for the clouds
With the silver lining in it
I'ma fill my lungs with it
High off life
That's if you didn't get it
I'm just trying to paint an image
Worth them paying the attention
Top dog ain't no honor in the mention
On a mission since the water took the village
Dealing with the demons
They just f**ing up the vision
The homies got you ducking
At the functions no kidding
I'm just spitting how I'm living huh
Man mother f** opinions
Cause these n***as always giving ‘em
The new black react with no exact target
They take our brothers
And they wonder why we act heartless
Damn them white devils call it black hearted
But it's hardly my concern
Though they make it hard to earn
Roll another let it burn
Taking turns with it
Plead the fifth on the third
Beat the first sentence
All that sh** on the curb
That's the worst feeling
k** these n***as with a verse
Bring a hearse with you
Church
[Interlude: Dj Genre]
Man he's out his mind
Hey yo hey yo
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Back him up come on back him up
[Verse 2: MRA (Black Genesis)]
Dead town flow
Coming for the soul of Casey Anthony
Lyrical miracle
The mission for the man to see
Murder on the corner
Mourn the morbid corpse the empathy
The soul of Casey Anthony
b**h I'm about handle these
Rolling down the street
Accompanied by tumbleweed beneath
High noon all you hear
Is mice squeak beneath your feet
d**h war strife famine talk about apocalypse
Hope you don't forget AKs and the banana clips
Place a bet and move the chips
It'll be a long seven years before you realize
You rocked the wrong crucifix
It'll take a crew to fix
Your ludicrous jones for sticks and stones
Why you acting like you new to this
b**h you know the shoe'll fit
Give me the loot or give me a smile
I'll take my dick and knock your front teeth out
s**ing on my dick
b**h you probably got a big mouth
Meaning you a snitch
b**h you about to get put out
Of dead town (flow boy)
The lyrical general
Is fiddling with word minerals
Got to force a bar crystal
The verse is the clip
And the beat is the pistol
The songs the trigger
I won't miss you
Dead town flow