K.M.D. - Sorcerers lyrics

[DOOM:] "Yo,ain't that?" He's not that cat Got that, and he never shot that gat Clever spot rats Face plate glisten He got fat and hate for Jake the Snake Plissken Y'all got the wrong tape by mistake Listen to it, fissin' Crack the safe, his cake's missing Bats to break to tape this to make in prison Fake dissing Bake that the wake twisting [Lil' Sci] Legend stature Since the prime factor Of the blast master Give the gab mic wrapper rapper ever Facts with terror Like bad meaning good though I'm talking some of the finest juice to ever bang in your hood, yo World notoriety Recognized by mad society We supplanting High five so fly Oh my, skies clear as day Go sit down in the sunshine Taking rappers out like lunch time [ID 4 Windz:] It's Just one of those Bullet holes deliver k**er notes Silence never spoke violence Keep quiet while you wildin' try to live the island Nonsense left a column of 80 G's behind him Still crime affects time on the island Nickel and diming the hustle's optional Powerful moves Copped two work shifts block, sigh, giga 2 Under the table The tammy food blaze with Stay paid if the name fits you [DOOM:] Who went back and made y'all the boss of us [ID 4 Windz:] It's the rawest MC's that floss like [DOOM:] Sorcerers [Lil' Sci:] It's furthering the era that most know of [DOOM:] Everywhere he go they go That hoes show love Thank god for the buddha Tank armor suitor [Lil' Sci:] Word kama sutra user [DOOM:] Stank mama recruiter [Lil' Sci:] Broad set fools up [ID 4 Windz:] Dawg get your j**els up (buddha) Get your j**els up Get your j**els up Superstar, all pro Homegrown The crash speaks alone Mastered this closed casket Pro savages Poor travelers, hunger reach streets battlers Money the dollar the dream gaffled up Scalpel cut broke Dope gettin' that smoke definite Gold record hits spin it grind forever get it Dodge clever building Cheddar feeling Keep the better living Miscellaneous thoughts Getting millions Know that feeling [Lil' Sci:] You've had enough of that 85 job talking Loonie schemes Something right off the movie screens Burn Hollywood like arson More powers than Austin Sound awesome Pump these sounds often Last chance to come off son For more to come in the mental auditorium Without forcing him Strung him up on the last joint but it don't stop Doing this so the world could rock Who blows spots? [DOOM:] Mommy look, he talking to himself And walking fast On the ave haulking a** With the walkman on blast Coby headphones whack At least he knows it's only chrome casette Only the best you can get off the black market Tell it Find these truer hell strategies Sell it like, Chinese dude that sell batteries Two dollar for change for a aqua blue benjie These were brand new He grew stingy gingerly