The Fedz - d**h Notes lyrics

[Intro] (d**h) To die, the state of being lifeless It's the psychic that's on the creep Bringing heat to all the projects, sets, boundaries Now when you see these, here they're coming over sea with no key Bringing d**h notes to all images in the rap industry (d**h) We gladly present to you, the scientist [Verse 1] There's no time left, eject the tape, n***as evacuate the set Jet, I'm leaving notes laced with d**h on your doorsteps Make your last request, eternal rest your destination Premeditation murder, a result of aggravation These sticky situations got me in a zone, polish the chrome Prone to demolish these n***as like Sly Stallone If loving the game is wrong, I don't wanna be correct Those who ride in my set get outlined like silhouettes So d**h's a blackout, don't ask about my riches I cast a spell on the snitches, my cliental are the strictest I'm predicted, n***as get twisted with my scientifics Witness this I increase my salary by six digits Wiping out all existence, get diminished instantly Tonight's the night, and we mobbing through your city making history I'm mentally abusive, undisputed No need to interview me, my lyrics debut, they exclusive [Hook] We believe in d**h notes, for those that approach Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast We believe in d**h notes, for those that approach Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast We believe in d**h notes, for those that approach Lay comatose, it's gun smoke on every coast [Verse 2] My mood swings like a noose, f** ya juice Strictly gun play put down your dukes I produce evil and seduce Diabolical thoughts for onslaught Causing casualties, many ones afford inside your mental Visitation from hitmen with mack tens, stacking when we sin b**h your block bodies drop, when we bend the corner So k**ers are now up on ya We plot paper with homies from Chi-Town to the hills of California The aroma of gunsmoke, choke n***as Worldwide, suicide you will confront, Suave House until the day I die I get co*ked like warlocks, the sinister doctor Bombay Casting spells with this fully loaded AK Bodies lay in ruin, dirty like urine in a drug test Don't stress, I'm just a lyrical murder vest I project and see caskets for the words that I graph Gats hold my signature n***a, here's my autograph [Hook] [Extending Hook] (d**h) This is your last notice, (Notes) ha ha ha ha ha (d**h) So tell me are you afraid, (Notes) How does it feel looking down (d**h) the eyes of d**h (Notes) Ha ha ha ha (d**h) ha ha ha ha ha (Notes) ah ha ha ha ha [Verse 3] Time to get the G's, must get the dough and Increase before I release the flows and expose it straight smoking sh** like sticks, increasing grips, we taking trips to hit the streets So n***as flip and dip to the scientist's arranged lyrics, like chemists (No gimmicks) I'm in to diminish ya like the wizard, who is it It's ol' Ste (and the L-O-K-E-Y) you can't see we [Verse 4] It's a lyrical drive-by, the scientist on the creep I tweak now watch me take this level to the highest peak To each his own, my songs is full of k**ers and cap-peelers The mats and gats zippers you can ask the Sinister About me, I slip though the night like hockey skis To see Professor Lo-Key, cause mister clocking G's For fulfilling his prophecies, it's the narrator And it's the black Noreaga slash international playa [Hook] [Extending Hook] (d**h) Ha ha ha ha, now there you have it (Notes) (d**h) The scientist on a creep to k** (Notes) (d**h) This sh** don't get no realer than this (Notes) So (d**h) sinist-sinister, my n***a (Notes) the L-O-K-E-Y (DIE!)