Shaolin Splice Lyrics

Your outta' focus your main frame is broken

Playing these games gonna' get you into heaven or hell

The bells ring when the final curtain closes

And rain pours down on the pits of the homeless

Look at what you got, who you got around you

Look twice don't be a fool, no need to act cool

You know how you ended up stuck in the mud

Like quick sand buried your ambition in the ground

Remember you were proud of the art that you made

Now you sitting on the concrete itching for some change

Oh father can you hear me cry for this man?

He never had a plan but that ain't the problem

He just never opened the dam to let the water burst out

Hesitating doubt taking over his spirit

Imma keep him in my head when I know that I need it

To remind me that I gotta' stay ahead with my chin held high

With punches ready to fly, confidence of a man ready to die

There ain't no try, Imma' pry at the doors of the gods

And I'm never gonna stop I got bodies to drop

On my way to the top so you better get the mop

Cos' I'm cleaning out the shop

And everybody oppose me gonna' be disposed of easily

Probably painfully for you not for me

I'm a masta' killa' with golden mic

Flows delight

Everybody wanna' know how we do it right

Keep the recipe tight, krabby paddy kinda' shit

Don't be trying to replace mean bars we always dish

Head on swivel, never walk alone

Heater inside with target in sight

Never run from a fight

See me at corner store at night, dutch masters, rolled, pack, light

Hazy eyes musk odor, ready for flight, 40oz grip might

Hit you with a wu-tang explosive dynamite

Coroner telling your family death was justified

I easily recognize a well construct disguise

Tear through terrible lies with a shaolin splice

Hear bells of war for our enemies demise

Concrete jungle wars where civilians uncivilize

Truth in rap songs hit harder in real life

You don't understand there is no compromise

Protect your neck or the ninjas goin' wild

This ain't a metaphor it's a threat ain't no lie

24 inch rims blue 64 ridin' real low

Dragging balls on the floor

Passing fat blunts bumpin D-O-double G

Biggie'n'Dre leaning back real mean

Go on the attack choppin' heads swiftly