Conejo - I Bring The Spirits lyrics

I stay in the cut, making felony music It's dark in his pad but the neighborhood choose it Refuse it, and I'm bound to lose it Cus this my life, this the way I do's it I rose up, to my guilty conscious I brain storm raps while I go through ah sack Of yeska, I work call play hall I know you heard of me ese where ever you are I've been around the block, ah couple ah times It's brand new b**hes every month on mine You can't stop me, cus I'm down for the grind Walking out the demascal, sacrifing for mine I bring the static, right to your address Some say I'm wrong scientifical madness The atlas, know my sinister tunes Homie ain't no holding back, with this criminal crew I bring the spirits, to the table They say who calling it's the Felony Label Conejo, is conducting the Saos It's all under control for the moment of chaos The spirits, all are here And I'ma make 'em move, like ah puppet tier Every year, I come out the victor Crushing muthuf**as like ah bower constricture Hit the floor, when I kick in doors Cus this f**ing 2-11, could turn into more Here we go, your pockets under construction Take your money take your dope, and leaving you broke The red carpet, when I make an appearance Homie top row seat, zone out to the beat Ah drummer war, when I get lifted It's nothing to ah Harpy cus ah Harpy wicked And this is, ah world cla** fix Coming straight from ah pedaso, of h**n b**h That's ah norsa, OC ah tar Spell bound enemigas ain't knowing my call So who k**ing who, when the lyrics is fatal This ah dedication, to all you hater's Don't get caught up, in the park alone Cus fugitive g rabbs put the gat to your dome I bring the spirits, to the table They say who calling it's the Felony Label Conejo, is conducting the Saos It's all under control for the moment of chaos The spirits, all are here And I'ma make 'em move, like ah puppet tier Every year, I come out the victor Crushing muthuf**as like ah bower constricture