Stro Elliot - Iron Vox lyrics

Iron Vox [Verse 1 Mr. J. Medeiros] You can't trust a rhyme Take a young rapper's head from his mustard spine See'm hanging on the ledge wonder'n what's the line Need a “Q” ain't nobody said cut this time I see through it like the bullet hitting Custer's mind Beat the truth out a bully leave a busted eye Like I was McFly try to cut the pie Break a tooth on the crust kid lose your bicuspid I'm out the trunk and all j**els are trusted You out to lunch and your fools are rusted You a tool a husk who must choose a ruler Who you trust the new or old schooler knew the rules Were made by those who only use the laws To get paid off those ruled applause So if the rebel and renegade must get paid off rap Hm, marinate on that [Hook] This that hardcore, that real It's that medication that heals I make that ghetto music they feel I got that alternate for that pill They want that [Verse 2 Stro Elliot] You got alot of belief in his stanza to become the answer The antidote in a man's hands demands A little more than a couple of lines on this beat Nice watch, you get it from that speech? Find your teacher ,the poet ,the preacher Take notes when the ticket is sold for this feature The prophet who done profited a fortune He's pro life on his own life's abortion Highly competitive, morally relevant, benevolent But negative when he clocks out Beware when he taps out The choke hold, count below four For no dough? He ain't feeling it no more Cut the ribbon but cut the check Nurse, can a man make medicine out of a sick verse? Beats, rhymes, and life, but life first My mic it sounds nice but it might just hurt ya [Hook] This that hardcore, that real It's that medication that heals I make that ghetto music they feel I got that alternate for that pill They want that [Verse 3 Stro Elliot] I'ma laugh at the face they brand To take another lap in the race they planned A villain in a mask, a leash on a lamb To keep that relevant truth from a man This fella got a wired heart A night in dark, he shoots with a liars dart Aimed at a mired art I'ma I'ma [Verse 4 Mr. J. Medeiros] I'ma hack at that pa**é caste system With a cla** A craft till the last victim of the math Division in a graft decisions on a path for dominion I'm a blast This ghetto with a giant Sharp A lion's heart defiant with my iron box Fire from the Krylon top with my style on wild And my dial on Rock Can't stop pariah beat the block till it pops Be to mock your sire be a notch in my Hi Tops Cops for hire try to stop me But can't make me drop my pliers Gonna crop you wires if you'll not retire We are not inspired we are not admires If your eyes ears and mouths are not the wiser You an idolizer