Lyrics Stick Em - Clear Soul Forces

What up what up yo check
Verbal genocide demonstrato
Killa Dilla straight and we come from a illa nature
Illustrator be a painter, basket
Bagging groceries nothing on top of the bread and the basket, the money
Literary metaphor military
Not a team colder or frozer nigga this Ben & Jerrys
The world is mine, excuse my inner geologist
The novelist, jotting shit as hot as a fallen comet is
Ironic how it's crunch time you Nestle, get ate up
The reason your trunk got epilepsy nigga shake up
And wake up bake up cake up we on your tail nigga
Clocking overtime hold back off my genitalia
Look I'm tailing ya, the way we move
With precision is a too, too, too cool for school
Still got mad A's, so stuck in my ways
Verbs? word play arts war stay sharp
Just to back you niggas off, paper growing like moss
Picture clearer than a? sharper than a tip of darts
So glowing fire cart you've been losing from the start nigga
(Get down) brrr stick'em ha ha ha stick 'em
(Get down) brrr stick'em ha ha ha stick 'em
(Get down) brrr stick'em ha ha ha stick 'em
Ha ha ha stick 'em, ha ha ha stick 'em
And get down and we could, we could get down baby
And get down and we could, we could get down baby
And get down and we could, we could get down baby
And if you're liking our sound then we could we could get down baby!
You niggas better not - in the air I know you feel it
My legs killing get my cardio from chasing paper to the top
Climb like stairs of skyscraper buildings
Fall fast like you jumped of the ceiling
See, lose what's given I earn what I keep
Got rhymes beside my drive just like the passenger seat
Get live, the Roots with Jimmy Fallon playing a beat
No one better than me, no one better than we(C S F)
We fall quazars running the game, k ball
(Ay dog) this is? to the real shit when it pays off
'Til it pays off? shoot'em kill'em?
Lyrical bow and arrow the beat is jumping with?
So pump up the fucking volume - and bang it
Wizardly similes tend to be who remain nameless
Young Voldemort your heart's at top nigga back it up now
And fuckin check it with sound? cause I'm underground
It's like we GPS and Google Map and no place in particular
Syllables off the syllabus verbish extra curriculum
Fill 'em up with the unenolated now your career is that you
Dealing with the monster now triple shit is quadruple headed
? Preparing for the win as thin as spaghetti(bitch)
If we don't get it get ready for the guillotines and machetes
The spirt of Urameshi wh-whoopin your fleshy fleshy
Keys to my mamas Lexi, I thought it was ready, ready
Then she left the boy behind, no g-note for?
As a fucking medieval sword stuck in some stone the blade buried
The wins and losses I'm a champion alredy
Starting with a L like you named Larry
How does a barrel of smoking pistols
More alive militia God, bless em I'll get a tissue
The abysmal visuals of a genius choppin' up syllables
Stranger the intervals on this odyssey need a miracle
No prisoners my favorite color is
Murder backwards
Charles Manson
Dancin' all over your favorite rapper
Re-enact dirty Detroit riots, revolution!
They say only the strong survive, evolution!
I'm in love with the game in a violent way
Love hate, take this hand grenade serenade