Papoose - Iron Bars lyrics

[Verse One: Papoose] What's the science god? I spit the iron bars While you writing blogs I build high as Orion's stars Whenever I perform, I keep a dialogue You straight p**y, your rap is Vagina Monologue When my mic come on I get 'em hype in the Riker's dorm Make the lights come on, I'm on the sh** the lifer's on Sharp as a tiger's claws, sharp as a lion's jaws Leonidas sword, my train of thought is the iron horse I'm like lightening dawg, you just a lighter storm 'Bout to rain on y'all n***as, put your wipers on I'm a disciple lord, you recycled yours Read the 48 Laws Of Power trying to decipher laws Straight out the psycho ward, I keep the cycle warm Before you try to cipher with me go get your life insurance I was nice with songs since mama first put my diapers on Gotta drive as strong as Toyota/Chrysler foreign Her new man is a punk, he's scared to fight a war So she went and got an ex man, he was kinda tall I left him stinking, slumped behind a door Now your extinct like dinosaurs [Hook: Kool G. Rap] Street life, we spit that hood, drama we live that Yeah it's plain the gutter flow through my veins Pain slang in the crime haven Damian raises war, waging no games, the gutter flow through my veins Feel that rush Let the juice take effect Lyrical d** get spaced out your flesh Feel that rush Then you break out in cold sweats Lyrical drug solution Nature is next [Verse Two: Nature] p**y getting play I'm a pap' stacker Black gloves on my hands I'm a safe cracker Known to hang around shooters not face smackers Scared to fly a** n***as B.A. Baracus Alibi airtight, D.A. try to attack us The coalition type plant bombs in the tractors Mob life these hoes can't distract us Your body get found, bullet riddled in Grand Rapids Gangs Of New York, we Dead Rabbits Promoters booking, looking to throw some bread at us n***as shook, meaning y'all n***as is scared of us k**ers at the funeral kissing they grandmothers Shedding tears like he really cares Knowing if they catch his a** they gon' give his a** twenty years You can catch him on the block where the money is Nickname Dun Dun cause that's what he is [Verse Four: Sean Strange] Yo, Sean Michael got you shook by d**h You talking like a pimp but your wifey look like Shrek I take my resume out the country, made the news You in the crib, talking sh** while you pay for views Use your head little homie dont be bitter with me That your album rotten on the shelf literally We never eat with the enemy, measure me like the cake batter Judge hit me with life, i die on the court like Hank Gathers