Prodigal Sunn - Procrastinators lyrics

(Hook: J. Wellz) Gun Hill, Bedstuy, Fort Greene, special teams Yung Masta, P-Sunn, Freemurder (Yung Masta) Balance the opposite Militant raps, make soldiers pop they clips Heatin' up Metropolis, rockin' the whole populous Ain't no stoppin', mercenary droppin' sh** like I'm on the shelf, you stand fear, cops is watchin' sh** Imitator tried to copy this, download it to floppy disks Those is poisonous, leave you twist, best to watch it, kid I roll with many bald heads and dreaded Mentality is war, havin' n***az pitch like Andy Pettitte And ready to set it; old dog in my pocket, don't set it Me and my crew, we bustin' through like Jerome Bettis Yo, my name spell disaster, doc' and only, Yung Masta Comin' at cha, with a fortified structure, I move faster From k**a Bronx to Cali, Down South, and Worldwide Futuristic design, watchin' streets with third eye Disrespect my family, and it's boom bye bye God think we on the rise, til we kiss the sky (Chorus 2X: J. Wellz) Procrastinators, my n***a, what the f** you waitin' on? Stay on the move, stay hustlin', this the day is gone (Freemurder) Go ahead or play hard, but don't push me One in head, a-long, don't play hookie Bust lead in they yard, they won't look me Right in the eye, Ray Charles can see you p**y No pain, n***a, no gain The mack have you dancin' in line like Soul Train I don't wanna rob you, that j**elry is plain That ain't hood or fly, like Soul Plane That ain't good, should pop your own chain The album went wood, should of copped your own shame Now you hopin' over trains, your car won't work Your car won't work, your shorty givin' head In the car, on the curve, aww, you'se a herb Pa', that's my word, stay far from the birds Crackin' on wood, your broads gettin' served All in the face, just markin' my turf Spittin' ya cake, bored, lettin' those hoes amp you Now watch 'em 'play boy', like the p**no channel (Hook) (Prodigal Sunn) First of all don't discuss em, trust em Yeah, I'm good, where I'm at Empty on tracks, SMPTE the ratch', rock a few hats New plaques, it's stacked, I keep pushin' the game, hold me back Watch the game grow old, folks sellin' they soul Greatest story ever told, about the champ who rose Nice on his toes, precise with his flows and hoes Never in it from the beginning, cats keep sinning Slugs keep spinning, slap a thug, mugged from grinning I'mma stay winning, love women, like blood in my veins Rep my name, any terrain, Sunzini the flame Raised up, in the lion's den, warrin' with men Trapped and sent gas and wheezing for oxygen Visual toxin, the story of the hood rotten We came a long ways, from pickin' cotton, takin' hot ones Ridin' shotgun, Return of the Prodigal Sunn Long awaited, carefully created, second to none (Chorus 2X) (Outro: J. Wellz) J. Wellz...