King Syze - Frontline lyrics

[Doap Nixon] Uh, AOTP in this n***a We don't rumble no more I will take it back and disrespect a n***a sly to you before I pull that ratchet out I'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw, and uh Your eyes can't hit what they can't see The M1, will melt a n***a wig like gangrene And my trees is laced, bucket is half licked My whole team got laced, half of them rich The other half, originate from the best part My right hook will leave your face covered with stretch-marks When the swellin' go down, I'm tellin' ya clowns The next step is fillin' up your melon with rounds, and uh This is warfare, n***as in war gear The AOTP, whole roster is all here So fall back if you thinkin' of beefin' dog I have my n***a Reef tie your moms to tree with barb [Vinnie Paz] The heavy metal king hold big sh** I co*k the heaters Fat, bald, Puerto Ricans and the pasta eaters Every move I make righteous, God Allah can see us Peace to Abraham, Ishmael, Jacob, Jesus Peace to every man, woman and child To Mohammad and his glorious muezzin Bilal You a swine eater that means all your energy foul I'm a divine leader that means all my enemies bow Yeah, but I ain't worried 'bout my enemies now Even though at times my team can be incredibly wild Don't attempt to ever get me to smile Unless you wanna see what bullets do to heads of a child [Planetary] Behold a Pale Horse, y'all n***as is running a frail course (Get up!) Ain't nothin' better than smellin' a stale corpse Depicted, through your skeleton, wear elegant gloves Purple blood on the fingers we lock from hell and above The shell from a slug, turn grizzly bears into cubs I make the birds fly south when we get it crunk in the club Its nothin' to us, we bustin' militant verses Belligerent syndicate, we spit the gift and the curses You n***as worthless, I see you in the cypher with ya backpack I'm way past that, may God strike ya You sounded like you was reading, you was off-beat even So you left with ya jaw leakin', I punished 'em all speakin' We all beefin', n***as is running rampid I curve verbs, the type that can serve Sampras Y'all all infantile n***as in pampers There's no cure to my sickness, I'm rap's cancer [King Syze] Lets get it crackin' what happened to all a y'all? These QD stars got the people screaming for encore We love raw, direct, uncut raw And ya little particles we bound to dust and mop Rap sh** is my rope, and I ain't givin' a slack Main question in the air man, who bringin' it back? Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust" Apply pressure to the point and it will probably bust Don't ever strike me, rollin' with Crypt that's more than likely My Daily operation for the cash on the nightly We all icy, hustle just for the grams And breaking bread with the Pharaohs man, that's part of the plan (It go, it go, it go) [Demoz] Food off your plate I scrape, I will never cater Demoz tryin' to come up like a elevator Green money, make paper, like I own a forest He's funny, rap name should be Martin Lawrence Never hated, I ain't tryin' say I never made it Now my confidence is high like it's medicated Call me a loose charm, I'm off the chain I'm off the wall like in memory of my name Versatile with the flow, they all the same Ghetto can't walk right, I borrow the cane Raincoat, umbrella stop all your rain The industry a buffet, I eat all I can So f** if you next and f** a duet You n***as don't want to play me like Russian Roulette (Nope) Man you DVD rappers soundin' comfortable, bet This not an exercise tape, why you bustin' a sweat? (n***a)