Skyzoo - The Burn Notice lyrics

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Skyzoo - The Burn Notice lyrics

Skyzoo The 7-1-8 flag carrier Barely accounting the pa**ing since my cla**ic And since I cla**ed in, they're using me to give 'em a cla** sense And I don't even remember what cla** is To each one his own I'm John Wall, the money leading my road I sign before I signed, get my sneakers and go So if the come and go, the bottom line is a tuck and roll Try'na hide something in the broad's underclothes Lyrically sitting me in between 1 and 4 Possibly the 5th but I'm out of reach from the 6 and on Like get 'em I'm gone, still on my pen strike The author or Brad Jordan, so know what my pen's like The Kanye of Duck Down, Sean Corey of JAMLA Corner store with the grammar, y'all applaudin' the banter All in all with the stanzas, the literature smack The tape comes with a rope, you can calligraphy that Far as rap go, rap go In and out of leagues We don't rap close None of that is similar to me And if we that close That rope don't abide to me Play the back bro Bodied if you get a bunch of speed, I mean I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah Rock Stupid n***as try'na rap need to read books You think hijack means getting your weed took f** all that sh** you talkin' 'bout, your whole team crooks You got a couple n***as on your team with that fiend look (Ew!) Jaw shaking all crazy, y'all playin' gon' make me angry Y'all gon' lay in the morgue, Tracy Plus y'all lazy with your bars lately I'm raising the bar, raising all hell Somebody should call Satan Tell him a monster done stole his whole crib And he 'bout to drop it off at your crib I give 'em HELL You wouldn't raise hell if hell was your kid ? stepped on dog sh**, this n***a frail! We done pa**ed that stage and the click blaow! On that stint, you tried to cop pleas, you Chris Brown! Lying 'bout you palm the Mag, please stop it Treat yourself to one of them shards of gla** freeze pops Far as rap go, rap go In and out of leagues We don't rap close None of that is similar to me And if we that close That rope don't abide to me Play the back bro Bodied if you get a bunch of speed, I mean I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah Sean Price 5,4,3,2, start a pistol blast off No proctologist, Ruck is rapping his a** off n***as lost like the Tribe of Shabazz Find 'em with a verse that'll surprise their a** Wizard of wordplay, all my phrases rock sh** Brownsville, still smoke haze and chocolate f** a fair one, I don't get paid to box, b**h Gang leader, say shoot, your a** get shot which Ran the team, futuristic laser the beam Heat spit, street sh** have me way off my Dīn Writing a rhyme, should be studying my Qur'an Like when I rhyme even though the sh** is Haraam Dropping a bomb, nickname Napalm Sean Stick to your skin, big gun raised in my arm Breaking his arm, listen to this sh** with your mom I would've said your pops but the n***a is gone P! Far as rap go, rap go In and out of leagues We don't rap close None of that is similar to me And if we that close That rope don't abide to me Play the back bro Bodied if you get a bunch of speed, I mean I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah I burn something, I burn something, yeah