The Cab - Dead Town Flow lyrics

[Intro: Dj Genre & cAb] Oh no it's about to be something serious Soul System Soul System Get them cAb Yeah It's all you boy [Verse 1: cAb] Dead town flow Living with the wicked In the [?] where the system Make it hard for us to get it Grinding every minute Looking for the clouds With the silver lining in it I'ma fill my lungs with it High off life That's if you didn't get it I'm just trying to paint an image Worth them paying the attention Top dog ain't no honor in the mention On a mission since the water took the village Dealing with the demons They just f**ing up the vision The homies got you ducking At the functions no kidding I'm just spitting how I'm living huh Man mother f** opinions Cause these n***as always giving ‘em The new black react with no exact target They take our brothers And they wonder why we act heartless Damn them white devils call it black hearted But it's hardly my concern Though they make it hard to earn Roll another let it burn Taking turns with it Plead the fifth on the third Beat the first sentence All that sh** on the curb That's the worst feeling k** these n***as with a verse Bring a hearse with you Church [Interlude: Dj Genre] Man he's out his mind Hey yo hey yo Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey Back him up come on back him up [Verse 2: MRA (Black Genesis)] Dead town flow Coming for the soul of Casey Anthony Lyrical miracle The mission for the man to see Murder on the corner Mourn the morbid corpse the empathy The soul of Casey Anthony b**h I'm about handle these Rolling down the street Accompanied by tumbleweed beneath High noon all you hear Is mice squeak beneath your feet d**h war strife famine talk about apocalypse Hope you don't forget AKs and the banana clips Place a bet and move the chips It'll be a long seven years before you realize You rocked the wrong crucifix It'll take a crew to fix Your ludicrous jones for sticks and stones Why you acting like you new to this b**h you know the shoe'll fit Give me the loot or give me a smile I'll take my dick and knock your front teeth out s**ing on my dick b**h you probably got a big mouth Meaning you a snitch b**h you about to get put out Of dead town (flow boy) The lyrical general Is fiddling with word minerals Got to force a bar crystal The verse is the clip And the beat is the pistol The songs the trigger I won't miss you Dead town flow