MadChild - Execution lyrics

First Verse [Krondon of Strong Arm Steady] Recognize realize and visualize This miracle mind which is mine Son of a chainsmoker and crack pusher My family ties lines of cane cookers From the slums to the streets, the suites of South Beach The belt's not far in my reach, rather unique Yeah my physique comes naturally, and actually Had a way with words since '83 Maybe it's me, or maybe it's the surgery performed when I speak over beats It's a emergency, yeah the young boy got his head bust Nowadays the gun talk, f** going head-up I get fed up and furious But get relief from relief I receive from the Jewish chick She stupid rich, buy me boucoup gifts Like matzah bread, on some bar mitzvah sh** I admit the gang mentality I represent Serves as a reality check for the intelligent Some real n***a sh**, come follow it Second Verse [Phil da Agony of Strong Arm Steady] Living in a mansion flossed out Chillin at the boss house Dont f** around and get tossed out Like Jazzy Jeff outta Fresh house n***as wanna press play, hey we the best out n***as always leave the west out Actin like I can't buy a house out in down south Or somewhere on the east coast Get a grill smile on my mouth like cheese toast Who the f** gon' beast most Set it up like oscar de la hoya out in East Slopes (?) Or somewhere on the west side Where the best born, best die, Bedstuy Brooklyn, Canada back to the USA Black hats like NWA Black gats bringing trouble your way You know the strong arm steady don't play I shift crack like pounds of the yay Smoke weed like I'm from the bay Still the most dangerous group coming outta CA It's the strong arm steady Battle Axe Records y'all, y'all not ready, let's go Third Verse [Mad Child of Swollen Members] We ride like violent horses I leave a pile of corpses Warlock inside my fortress I lost a f**ing fortune Yeah, visionary verse developer Celebrate? I get enough pills to k** a elephant And that's relevant I'm hiding in a dark tent Pyromaniacs tongue-kissing on a park bench Utterly I mutter manslaughter with the meat cleaver Please believe it I breathe heat with deep reverb Dogtown, Z Boys, Rocksteady b-boys Redline Levis, plans being revised Quite tired, I bite tires, a white liar A drive-byer with five priors, a livewire Ey, I am some kinda hybrid Dopest rapper out, but I'm white like rye bread I'll get a mohawk, go hard like Clubber Lang You in trouble mang, like a vampire with rubber fangs It's time to get some retribution Forget a f**ing trial we go straight to execution Fourth Verse [Opio of Hieroglyphics/Souls of Mischief] Yeah, like you was gambling with the chief head honcho Not Gandolfini or Tonto We rock like Weather Report at the Montreax Casino Jazz Festival caught in different time zones We know like conventional thought, the triple line though They infinitesimaly small next to Hiero Adam to a ant, a wooden match to a canon that I had When they ran into my pad. Grabbed it from my dad He said "Respect the power that it wields Cause a coward will reveal hisself Strength and character should supersede wealth And keep your mind clear, you won't squeal for help." I'm out for delph preservation The elder statesman Cracking all chastity belts with innovation f** 'em deep, non-virginal Terminally ill, personally k** mics Bust the verbal voodoo hex Murdering sets like the Colonel Flew out the cuckoo's nest with two new Teks Check-nine-milli, I'm really bout my scrilli I'm droppin these club bombs til they give me mine, what Fifth Verse [A-Plus of Swollen Members & Hieroglyphics] It go, Me broke in this economy? Hell no Even the recession ain't affecting them elbows So we sell those. People be cheefing when they struggle I'm a beast when I hustle but I keep it on the humble Try to lay a finger on me, your people are in trouble I got Usalama(?), my peeps'll be there on the double Bipolar so I could flip it any time And I don't waste time spending my chips on any dime, I'm From Oakland, it's cold there, maybe you known, player Baby could leave at any moment and I won't hate 'er I'm warm though, and I won't scorn those I know she's coming back like '70s p**nos So I tag graffiti on her lower back tat Kick back, relax up at the cul de sac flat These rappers is eunuchs, they acting, they cooning (?) My reaction after I slap 'em, they ruined, had to do it, yeah yeah...