Will Tell - Don't Sleep lyrics

[samples - Don't sleep. We will k** you, as we're creepin' thru the night. Don't weep <--(?). Hide into your bedroom. Go ask him <--(?), creepin' thru the night] Yeah, Brooklyn Ac b**h, yeah Yo Will Tell, it's fire son Block McClezy, Block McCloud, check this [Verse 1 - Block McCloud:] Ayo I ?? ??, tic toc, 'round the clock, buildin' block Been around the block a couple times with this hip-hop Young chap, chipper with a tongue flap like flip-flops Guns claps, spit shots, it's not a comeback I've been here, ten years, yours truly, sincere Spittin' in your ear, you're hearin' drip tears, you're in smears Unreadible, some featurible, and some of y'all eating 'till you're full I'm the truth, unbeatable Got the proof, y'all not the truth son Got the Juice [or j**s] contact out, though I do Watch Block produce beats that's got your goose cooked Just like cops in high pursue, best cat to spit since Dr. Seuss Unlock it, gun co*k it, shoot it to some block Run thru your crew, and you're chick is with my co*ka-doodle-doo Man your chick's done flew the coop, tuta-loo Magic sticker, voodoo too, have her jumpin' thru some hula-hoops Bummin' 'cause they ?? ?? and I say give me the loot Or they get honey <--(?) in they tummy like they Winey The Pooh Skip to my lou, skip to my lou, I'm sick with the flu Spit, sip on my juice, kids bit it Chip on they tooth, chip on they tooth, I'm slick with it loose like Chicks on the deuce, you're wrist slitted (b**h) b**hes, you haven't slit your wrist yet? C'mon you're not dead? C'mon die This is Brooklyn Ac, Black Panthers Yo we coming thru, we got a new member in the crew to spit Who's that? Yo what's you're name son? Tell me Diabolic Get 'em. Who you rep? Brooklyn Academy, Yo C'mon, yo spit that [Verse 2 - Diabolic:] Ride or die, I die to ride, but got to high to drive Jumped in the driver's side, made a six and five collide And I survived as my own violent co-pilot In the pa**enger seat, blastin' the heat while I ghost ride it Hit a tree, crash it, smash the dash's cheap plastic k** your boy and still avoid a six foot deep casket Complete savage, on the streets with E tablets While D's in a green Caprese Cla**ic three past it It seems drastic, drunk in L.I.E. traffic Forced to wreak havoc, with an ounce a week weed habit But I keep at it, chase paper with a straight razor Stumble home late night, and hate life a day later 'Cause life's a b**h, who only treat you right when you twice as rich But if you're broke, she'll cut your throat and slice your wrists I'm might just flip, grab a B cop by the weak spot And drag him thru three blocks while other police watch For warning, punks who grill like George Forman 'Till my four horsemen kick they second floor door in Where cats record, smash the chord <--(?), snatch your broad And choke you with the R.C.A. jack attachment chord Y'all are strapped for war, clappin' back and fourth As a last resort, I'll stab you with a plastic fork But the streets is watchin', lots of birds gots some words So while the Block observes, I'mma lock his optix nerve Just watch and learn, snatch a Glock from a cop's holster Shower shots over the entire pop culture I'm supposed to rap, see I knew my soul was blessed When I could hold my breath long enough to see you choke to d**h Both hands around your throat glands for a few crumbs Drunk off Burbon, searchin' for stores to booze from I ain't ask for nothing, school myself to catch corruption Friends who'd snipe me, and wifey pa**ing judgement I learned most, with my first toke of sherm smoke Was an accident, I put a hatchet in this turncoat Took cheese and blew on gear for the ???? See y'all have something to wear when you're leakin' fluid bleedin' thru it Under the influence, drivin' drunk, fryin' skunk Pullin' over to throw a rising punch 'till both your eyes are lump Got hash and endo right here, no job or resume Just half a demo and the gear I was rockin' yesterday I'm loosin' it, a lunatic who'd use a fist To abuse your chick's uterus, when I throw bows like Ludacris Your crew's too b**h to fathom a magma shootin' With the intension of apprehending your platinum crucifix But knowledge is power, plus snatchin' wallets from cowards Beats Bolic at tower workin' for six dollars an hour Now the game's an open stage to release a prisoner Who's aiming a loaded gage at the police commisioner I took advantage, looked at a good book for answers The Art Of War, painting masterpieces on a crooked canvas Throw a right hook and land it, to beat your weak jaw With every freakin' cheap who*e screamin' he's raw On Funk Flex front steps, 'till he unleashes C4 That'll be nuclear winter for the eastern seaboard My sh** reaches each store, I play the hand I'm dealt If not I'll fill my trunk and give 'em straight to fans myself There's two dozen crews thuggin' that say that you nothin' They say that you bluffin' 'cause of the place you grew up in Now you ganstas and thugs hangin' in clubs, shootin' 'em up With 22's on the truck and 100 proof in the cup Controllin' blocks with coke and rock, holdin' Glocks No you're not, prove it, shoot this patrollin' cop Just load and lock the fullest clip you got then pull and click Lick shots 'till bullets hit, if not you're full of sh**! [Verse 3:] I'm a ?? ?? saint terror, frame draped with a leather Cape of metal buckles 'round the face so I escape quicker Standin' on the top, landin' on a sky-skraper With the cops chantin', in the helicopters takin' shots at me Millenium boots, better ready your noose My steady hand will machete any livin' thing that moves Lose a lot of body fluids, when pissin' and bleedin' I'm a ridiculous heathen, with syphillis like sickness when breathing Human taxidermy, actual rappers layin' with gats And ?? stab <--(?) and stop reactions from the scapal turnin' Catch me at all, ?? person that somebody Or robbin' purses or church lunch in, lurchin' in the ?? duckin' The priest molester with a child abuser He detected to find it highly amusin' To try to fry the devil's hide, tryin' to pry into a child's rectum So I disect them, die and let them cry while I'm wavin' by some side exits Die like the specially challenging like a Kenyan runnin' backwards Embaressin' amputee runners from pa**in' them Hot slim rapidly, smarter-rer <--(?) handidly I'd never be a martyr, the afterlife couldn't handle me Open your chest like a can or be damaging your whole humanity Until you panic and burst your anatomy I'm stealth, you'll never corner Jean, I move with the ?? So who's next, I got a whole f**in' slew of vandettas [Verse 4:] Dudes be rhymin' gangsta, with them sh**ty lyrics You fake, why you emulatin' 50's image And wait, how you a drug dealer pushin' ?? And come up short with the weight like a skinny midget Okay I won't hate, I'mma just get these digits I'm so sick they got my transcript at every clinic You so b**h you got raped in almost every prison Homeboy listen, your bird is my pigeon These words that I'm spittin', got your bird slurpin' my jizum Me and you in the game, someone told you a lie Don't get lit up like the C4 on the fourth of July Back up, I'll stab you with a fork in your eye And tell everyone, never again talk to this guy Get some internet kids, to spread rumors about ya That ain't your car, your frontin', really I doubt ya That's a company driver, and you pay him with voutures The outcome is this, the game is rap By some mothaf**as people call the Brooklyn Ac We not cookin' crack, we got books with rap That'll shut the industry down and bring Brooklyn back (n***a what) [samples - Don't sleep. We will k** you, as we're creepin' thru the night.] [Verse 5:] I'll bite into you with iron teeth like a violent leech Blood's an aquired taste, I dry you on a quiet beach Like Block I'll drain you, maim you to the pain I came to disturb the physical curve of the game Grae matter f**in' up your thought pattern, scattered Eratic, noronic, ebonic, slainer, banger, a dope product Hypnotic drinker, exotic anger, melodic singer A smoke addict, allegic to cancer and asmatics A broke rapper indebted to credit like crack addicts With good dealers who lean 'em a little I'm mean and when I dream, I double dribble my ?? scenes A couple with ten teens, and full schools with M-16's that giggle I'll rip your throat in the middle, watch you choke on your spittle Flyin' trap, no side attacks, when I run by in a black suit Why try to beat the maniacle rage of this diabolical mega beat like I'm fining a slave With his feet on the table in the den of the plantation Then switch and jump in his body and smash the master's face in My lack of patience exceeds a normal level I see the one it ??, it green, but if you mettle, it screams The unforgettable hypes, I might invite you to dance With me handsome, under pale moon light Cut you damn tongue, don't repent for sh** like I'm Manson Badly handlin' a hand gun, madly shootin' at random With ample angles <--(?), aiming and missin', straight in your kitchen When bacon slingin' your children, pay attention, hey your fate is tickin' My face is twitchin', I'mma loosin' pace, hallucinatin' Like I swallowed quarter and an eighth case of Peruvian weight Virgin, f**in' no lubrication, this conversation's a combination Of mothaf**as out to get your occupation Laceration's fallen, we swarmin' ya like some locust Engulfin' and then inform you, we warn this the last dopest <--(?) [Outro - Block McCloud:] This is ya last warning Brooklyn Ac, we here Lookin' at this everywhere (all around) Not only in Brooklyn You know like, Statin Island, Detroit But we here, the numbers is growin' Face it, ?? ?? 3, 2, 1, get over it Die [sample goin' on in background - Don't sleep. We will k** you, as we're creepin' thru the night. Don't weep <--(?). Hide into your bedroom. Go ask him <--(?), creepin' thru the night]