Culture VI - Put It lyrics

[Clowd9yne] A slight mishap ya'll ain't gon' like this track Spits I'm nice with that drip strike ya' back It's like I'm on a mission now all you punks dissin' Clowd I'll have you beat down and into it so bad you missin' out Sittin' down sippin' crown son ya' a**'ll get throne off Listen how these cats sound suddenly so soft So f** your critiques and enough what you speakin' Your dreams sayin' nothin' like you stuck in ya' sleep and Somethin' is creepin' I think it's catchin' on Comin' from any type of object next to ya'll And it's so contagious I ain't Kelly or Isley Son I'm inside the beast it's the belly where I sleep With these sick thoughts I might get brains out it Direction is not needed cuz it's always clouded When I'm poundin' ya' sound to the floor it just keeps them Weak emcees who try and make attempts to speak up Ya' best bet don't say nothin' when ya' listenin' You scuffle with ya' written sh** you bustin' or ya' listenin' son Get ya' aim right cuz I'm a drain life For ya'll hatin' on me sayin' I don't spell my name right In that case I take it easy and just drop 9yne With this verse read between the lines man the stop signs Ya' block finds it kind of hard I'm soul k**in' And so willin' to start my projects with no buildings I don't sound patient no yeast or foundation I rise like the sun but never found day shift And clowns hate this these lyrics are proud rapists Beat you to the concrete you damn brown faces It's goin' down alot of ya'll raisin' up Background Cult VI fake cats afraid of us [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Put your life on it Man, you don't want it - better [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Man, put your wife on it Put your house up, go 'head [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Y'all don't like me Y'all wanna hate me I understand why critics ain't ready to take me [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Son you actin' like you want it then put ya' life on it Go 'head and risk it yeah that's you in a nice coffin so You write war get sickened off this tip To rip all kids to split you all with Think rocket ships yeah some slip and fall sh** You're parents had 4 daughters I'm stickin' ya' forces sh** Itchin' for more I'm a let the Hyst finish you I'm backstabbin' but I'm really stickin' knives into you I get like chemicals and burn type lyricals The herb type critical your words like pitiful You murder me I think not you might die tryin' With those weak plots bad moves and time linin' It's 9's to ya' mind b**h and Clowd's where you be at Lookin' down at me like damn I tried to defeat that [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Put your life on it Man, you don't want it - better [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Man, put your wife on it Put your house up, go 'head [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Y'all don't like me Y'all wanna hate me I understand why critics ain't ready to take me [Yendi] Gimme the mic [Clowd9yne] Combustin' with flames instinct just look back At this track like "damn rap's the only thing I'm good at" Ayo' I'm makin' this sick mind trap I find cats Gettin' 2 blunt rappin' like regular dime sacks I'm better than 9 gats knifes and big blades You listen and didn't know that I get hype this way Strangled with nightsticks chains and ropes to ya' neck Ya'll ain't try'na survive if you hope for the best Put ya' chokin' to rest man I'm focused to d**h I'm like smoke in ya' breath when I open ya' chest I been over the best n***as always below With this track underground it's makin' the streets glow Take in the heat blow fire from this fist With angel dust you still ain't gettin' higher than this sh** I ride with the VI not claimin' the Crips and It's in my Culture son I must remain this sickenin' Combustin' with flames instinct just look back At this track like damn rap's the only thing I'm good at I would stack bodies up lumberjack n***as You should pack shotties up comin' back sicker When I thunder - cats shiver I ain't never callin' truces I'd rather double split you and have you fallin' to deuces