Malcolm Smalls - Shock And Awe lyrics

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Malcolm Smalls - Shock And Awe lyrics

[Verse: 1] Yall bout to be shocked with awe Like when you watched shock and awe Yall hear thunders cause im gon drop bombs And shock ya all like im zeus, dione On mount olympus, I rule, freon, like the ozone layer Mounting on a Charis Playing the olympics, while them Chariots Run Clap a hater in the dome Not about the color, because yo mind chromed No more black and white, just peace and salvation A piece of pie, of my mind, just to free some time Feeling of a slave to the wealth, a systematic approach To make us slaves to ourselfs, and what we love (what we love) And all our pa**ions (pa**ions) Am I a liabelety or an a**et? Pour the salt on the wound and than mask it With the lust, and the greed, and the pain My dick-head, gon wear ya p**y like a fitted Sitting, coach, asientos, no hable? Englise, mami Speaking with my deep rooted pa**ion for quest on love But is love? A hit and run? Dropping four hundred offevery month After the birth is done? Where is the fun? In youth spoiled? The precious fruit ain't all that loyal I spit these bars to get yall out of a prison A Three headed monster similar to a prism My 38 revolves like the earth around the sun Word to hov, at least my words are groved And when I stick my dick in this earth it only grows Like the seeds of the people Word to a pure soul, whom chosed the right road And didn't sacrifice my life for something I ain't [Verse: 2] My lines are doper than Lindsay Lohan's a**-crack All I spit is fire, picante, like a dragon who ate wasabi My p**y gets more p**y than your p**y and you, p**y Im whipped cream, might just drive down upset, into the sunset Like I'm bound 2 freedom Am I pure? (Pure) Am I mighty? (Mighty) Im I confucios? (Confused) Or a real human? (Human) Or Am I the sword that you can't handle The soul that you can't sample The one with the k**er mike Walk on soft rappers with sandles And spit dope fire lines Like I sniffed pyromaniac yayo I don't spit, I spit the truth I don't care, I care for you f** the half a** lyricist, acrobatic lymericks Diminished and finished, I kilt the sh** And knilt it