Mathematics - Muzzle Toe lyrics

Intro: Keep your plans on the low Just another chamber, the swarm Roll dark and deep, Bobby Digital Wu-Syndicate, Wu-syndicate Be Born, Daddy-O, what up Math? Mickey Mirrors, true blessings For what, X Era Takin it to the clear this year {Myalansky} f*ggots nervous but it's time to dance with night strangers Top rap don, cuz Daddy-O got me the dice game It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald Pack your work, move your plans to VA Heat on the lock collar Bite your fingerprints, make the cops nog you 98, wait, service applead, rated top dollar Escape jake fakin plot alot hotter Fake snakes smilin right in your face Play this a lot smarter {Joe Mafia} Low avalanche, wobblely stance, ask for rain dance We the same cats blazing your lab Wu-Capone with a love jones, watch me son Global with the local cats that's known trifted in the hell zone Politic, modern Gotti click Just a matter of time before till Wu-Syndicate lock sh** How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars {Myalansky} Yo snatch run, shoot out, chicken nights how's nice Rule out, silk low valley, Mafia crew house Drink vine, moon shine wine, sip it, fool out Rollin wit a burner no doubt, shorty school out First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize Eyes never lies, these guys tell me throwing forty Cali's stainless Cuz these empty slugs spit pain, k**er {Joe Mafia} Wylin on parole, so been on his rock And Donny race spot it's way hot Son of a spray lock Them mistress said it grazed his neck Collapsing over bar rooms, holding his wounds Yo what the f** can it take? Brokin gla** fallin all on my head Head ringin like Cyrus from b**hes screamin Blood on my leg {Myalansky} Let me catch my breath Glock appraise me Feds chase me, toared my jabogs as I hopped the fence Blood on my tongue taste it, son I was big off Remi Even run to me, shorty run up in my spot, don't let The clown k** me High beam helicopter light flash through the blind Cousin what a cat gon do, drippin a man's eye Call down ya kids, smack the screamin b**h Yo relax Myalansky, word it's that teeny snitch {Joe Mafia} What's the purpose, allerkin this search, street merchandist Supeen service, here's dirt to cause the turbulence With lip service, scape jay, down rob handcuff plant to his hand The purchase of the yae yo, take a make though, it's blood money Keep my hands muddy, rakin a lake ice with low money Without a clue of what I wen't through Plus been through, stressing the issue Shell shocked, hidin the pistol {Myalansky} The next chapter from the Brooklyn Criminology Should of bought my life in the business, catchin ?? We felony, keep tellin these cats get Bills like Bellamy Empires get hit for their chips, you just follow me Gravity, Myalansky, n***a fancy How real this could get when you're broke Platinum down please, my fam scheme, f** the po-po Sayin 'do, Daddy-O, Joe Mafia, T-Bone Make Corleone rush like Phat Farm Strong armin withmax chrome Cats know runnin the spot, claimin they clap though Kidnap though, thrown to the hostage, I know this cat knew Snap though, leavin them duct taped, glory was cancelled It's pinzo, eleven o channel cut off his leg slow He begged though, continued to throw it without info Waterd down n***as be frontin, obviously b**h missed since 6 grade Plottin on n***as, shinin their rich ways Get switch bladed, bodies found decomposed, throwed in the ditch grave Moms can't identify sh**, was there for six weeks With blood money, frontin out stick's peed Quick way, f** all the talkin this what my click say Them b**h ate, sweeter than sugar p**y your dick faced {Joe Mafia} I answer this, many late nights, puffin on cancer sticks On hell with this sh**, sometimes I feel but I'm trapped in it The x to the, amongst the projects with bang shooters Hard rocks, skippin school to get their brains buddha'd Lame chicks, filthy a** fiends to want the same vicks Stick up cats, robbin for name kicks Game flicks with low fooda I'm forced to blast on these street soldiers with cold shoulders It's hard god metafogics Rumbled in the concrete jungle to stay humble Make my brain tumble, rainin c**aine and rain bubbles f**ing jiggy, we doin it low Stay pissy, sippin g, straight henny gettin bussy with Wu-Synny In the small city, either walk straight, chop weight Heads talkin to much, sending my n***as upstate Ill fate, S U double F o to get shot alive what the F O F o, f o, n***a