Casual - Chained Minds lyrics

Heh some of the harder sh** Peep this n***az get vexed whenever I step in Always want to flex so I got a weapon Which protects ME and mine Get too bold then you're seein nine milli I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs to the party to rea**ure I be secure Really don't know why they beefin for I leave teeth in the floor like fossils I toss flows Just to show you, what the boss knows I got style, to make men hostile I shall continue, then you still lost while Challenging in physical combat Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that I come fat, you n***az front runt cease They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods Good! I want to show him that dreads can fly heads I stood my ground there's snakes around Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains Chorus: Del It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X) Verse Two: This conflict is making John sick But men want to fight over nothing, nonsense is common, and common sense is none n***az always want to grab your fists and run I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind And find the right, one Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat I got it, and now I need to be leavin I believe men might get shady Even if they know me Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough We all know where he can go I'm not takin no shorts from you And you ain't takin sh** from me I ain't no punk so I hit the G I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives cause I had to live long In slums where chums come at you wrong And try to get you for all your cent Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on They plot for your dough You might catch a hot one, so be careful I be prepared for fools Chorus 1.5X