Pat Juba - Traction lyrics

[Intro] You're steppin' to us? You need traction Or you'll be another s**er missin' in action [Verse 1: Pat Juba] Pathological fantasies of a million OZ's Inhalational OD ecstasy codeine slow beam vision Of life in and out of prison impressionable wisdom Struggle your zone son, vivid [Verse 2: Sept Sev Sev Two] Man, f** a rapper, f** his crew and f** the label that owns him I take it there, state of affairs has got me jonesin' The real hit to get me lit and immobile Promos cross the global but most are lackin' in vocals They don't suffice, that's why we must heist There ain't no substance in your cup There's just a whole bunch of crushed ice How bout I just buy two nice box sets Before I buy a copy of that obnoxious sh** Or even pay to see you rock your sh** I lost my grip on the hope I carry But you lost reality when I grabbed the mic and broke your cherry Mission, ignore the bullsh** out of existence Alas, overruled, cause they got the ma**es twisted [Verse 3: Mr Gene Poole] I wonder if God'll have any pity on MC's Or if he'll just judge them as being average human beings Some ain't seein' their faults, Others become part of a rapper Caught in a way to be placed in the back of a vault The black angel can't be caught stalkin' Sometimes you can feel him when you're walkin' Listenin' when you're talkin' Thine eyes is keener than a falcon Excuse me for gawkin' I think I seen your face before in a coffin Or maybe I robbed you out while we were golfin' Like ?, jet back off to the loft where We count the software, Life is always false never fair So there's, no type of amusement to take music out of my hair [Verse 4: General Woundwart] I grew up psychotic but I kept the sh** in the closet Readin' magazines about scopin' and k**in' targets That's why I'm harshed with, any individual Who wants to test the lyrical meta-gal I ring bells and swing rails over the crowd Tryin' to scowl to the mic, Who can envision my living? Havin' sessions throughout the night, Why get excited When I see these fake MC's stylin', cancelled contracts are pilin' n***as be jivin'. Tellin' lies and fibs about the life you live You must be high off this drama in the triflin' bids I strike your sh** and bring about violent current tears Cause I'm merciless, s** on a nipple just for preservatives [Verse 5: Pat Juba] Accurate attack, smack n***as back millenniums Militant tactics attract black youth to my Tienanmen square Cinnamon brown-skin four point square Assault mechaniz, I stagger with air, through the record biz Oblivious to foul sh**, hell & corporate Dig Dug helium mentality, n***a forfeit Jewels, royalty, car keys, Gs, garment Deadly dormant, a** naked out your apartment Complex, n***as are starving Principality normally, fatality verbally burn, scalding Ancient art forms pour out my cauldron Adrenaline runs free, I'm pole vaulting Faulty individuals seek for higher medicine Mescaline, masculinity converts feminine Melanin, I gots that locked like DNA code Too much ying, without your yang s**er, your bound to fold [Verse 6: Mr Gene Poole] I been havin' a chat with my alter ego, and we know s**as will be fakin' everywhere we go He's a honky and I'm a negro but we're equal Lookin' at life, stayin' away from what might be lethal Let's do what's illegal, I'm sick of this game, it's evil And n***as is insane like cutla**es and regales I see no more originality in flows That's why I've grown colder than the Minnesota snows And who knows when a life comes and when one goes I just have to stay on my toes long after I've gone pro I don't want the barrio, I need construction concrete To build my sh** and I don't give a f** how much you stomp beef [Verse 7: General Woundwart] People try to be extravagant with they inhabitants Yapping about their yearly income and what they're averaging That sh** is gaverin' and all the hoes dancin' in the club Lookin' for love, showin' leg to get a scrub n***as have got you ga**ed off the limos and cash But that sh** is a fantasy cause I tell you will never last I got a little heart so I'mma tell you a psalm But don't ever make the mistake thinkin' that I give a f** [Verse 8: Sep Sev Sev Two] Inflicted, I clench my eyes and let the tenseness rise Clench the mic by the neck, take a breath and then surprise Whoda known? We won't leave you alone We grab you by your collar bone, we drag you screamin' through the zone The truth is shown, that showings after a short break Enough time to violate an MC if we skip the foreplay Now I'mma catch a breath, if you wanna test your rep The line begins over here on the left, Dynospec