Ghost Mcgrady - Exhale lyrics

[Intro: Bishop Nehru] Yeah, yeah. f** is up n***a? Suburban Shoguns out this b**h, n***a On some exhale sh**. f** wrong with you n***as? Bout to take over this Hip-Hop sh** Y'all n***as ain't Hip-Hop artists, y'all n***as is rappers Get that sh** right. We out here, n***a [Verse 1: Que Hampton] Check it, crack flows cracked floors when I'm stepping on Your sound waves never heard it coming, n***a d**h did sh** you gotta respect it, the Shogun on the record Bound to chop the top off billboard slots The autopsy read his head is departed from the necklace, the lettuce So love Christ you get the message Godly with this sh**, so refreshing to know I got the flow to do in a dude reckless n***a sword to the stu' [Verse 2: Bishop Nehru] I'm battering lives with the pad n' the mic, bashin' the trife Flows make em' grab for a knife Before hoes thought he would go postal, now I'm k**ing em' global with all of these cold flows n***as don't know How they gon' hate? They stay saying I'm co*ky, n***as is not me, they back n***a don't jock me I k** em' no probably, got mad bills no Cosby, started mad autopsies, who the f** is gon' stop me? [Verse 3: Que Hampton] Que and the ruder n***as you figure it get no iller if Iggy was with me the semi would surely hit ya The mind a lethal weapon, I wreck it with lethal seconds, I'm lethal with the nine so The breath will leave you at seven Can't stand at sixteen, goddamn I spit mean My flow slit wrists, hit arteries, just sh** My jet stream don't let em' get steam, I mean bad business Show you what will happen in a casket, rap business [Verse 4: Bishop Nehru] Crossin' the seas in different seasons, leavin' beats in defeat when I'm speakin' People greeting a God cause I go harder, any track know I slaughter, could probably sleep with ya daughter I'll be on a-mission to straight riches, n***as ask to get on track, [?] Now I'm the cat that dissin', I'm a lion, n***as lying, they ain't beating this kitten [Verse 5: Que Hampton] Awe sh**, I'm rapping mad ign'ant, the black cat bad luck, but attacking with the writtens Attacking all the kittens, they have to get their lickings Eat it up, and beat it up, keys will lock dreams for cream Drop-top beams, my themes drop top mean, she fiends for top speed Which means hot rod fiend, never drop keys or weed in my pocket And light it or spark it in the hearts that beats, beats, and beats the hardest [Verse 6: Bishop Nehru] Me n' Que Ham go Rambo, wheres the ammo, n***as ran home, we dismantle your mans hole Jock and handle, these grand flows, we hot as a candle, so know that the fans go demand mode No name drops, n***as not insane, they'll be all black like a gothic gang, got this game in a lock It's strange cause nauseous lames spit all this nonsense that still got this fame, it's a shame..