Rhymers Block Lyrics

Yea Yea Yea!

Humans, but they Demons

Walkin' 'round, I seen them

Came from the crumbs of slums and

Grew around drugs and guns

Bloodline, we the ones

Bet myself and take the plunge

Always power to the people

Faith in Allah, there's no equal

Feel like Kyrie with the needles

Deathrow Records was my Beatles

Always stay dressed to impress

Want it all and nothing less

The only aim is success

So I detached myself from the stress

Man, it's great to be king

Wouldn't rap if I could sing

From the summer to the spring

You know I'm gonna do my thing

Always grinding on my hustle

Always gotta keep some muscle in case they wanna tussle

Not saying Bobby Lashley, But it will hurt you badly

Game like Milton Bradley

or LaMelo with the alleys, Life has peaks and valleys

But if it's your life or mine, I will kill you gladly

So take heed or

I guarantee that you'll bleed

I'm always smoking weed

Cause it's something that I need

These bitches....

I would never trust

Got enough testosterone for both of us

Milwaukee is my home

Know everywhere off the dome

So I know where to roam

But I still gotta keep the chrome

Been crazy since a gnome

Aint shit changed except I'm grown

R.I.P. to my mother

The sweetest person I ever known

Time waits for no man

Everybody on this land

At some place at some time

Will have to face God's plan

Known to keep it real

Problem with you it will spill

Out through the conversations...

I'll give my observations

That's why I'm in altercations

Ain't no waiting patient

Gotta make a statement

Especially when the shit is blatant

Young cats talking slick

Saying we too old to rap

Acting like we 83 and still

Nothing's wrong with that

I'll still snap

After applesauce and a nap

Cats always saying cap, same time

Trying to cap our goals At an early age

When the Rolling Stones is still on stage

But rap's got a cage?

I'ma do it to my grave

When I blow like a grenade

I don't want a serenade

Acting like it's all a shock

Better yet go buy my stock

I'm like Giannis on the block

Side to side with my Glock

(Yup!)

Concealed Carry

Think you got the drop

But you the one

Who end up buried

Used to smoke Garcia Vegas

Now I'm stuffing raw papers

Been smoking since there was Sega

When Chocolate Phillies was my savior

The government is a failure

Used the 13th amendment for free labor

Then put crack in the hood like it wasn't nothing major

9-11 was a game changer

Truth is we're in danger

For blacks this world isn't tailored

(Why?)

The color of your skin determines your favor

(Ok)

I'm a prime example that is just a myth

Black men are bad fathers

When we got a gift

Listen close

I be spitting shit

Got this is in my soul

I would never quit

My flow is like a journey

And you coming with

THOTS can keep that used

Hole, I never hit

Even if a BBL comes equipped

I can't believe that shit exists

But I'm known to smoke that killa green

Good with knives like Wolverine

We got the shit like the Marines

That leave you stuck like figurines

Then blow your ass to smithereens

When I'm on the scene I stay clean

Like I was on a movie screen

Go to the extreme for some cream

But I'll never worship green

Only real ones on my team

Reaching for the American dream

But everything ain't what it seems

My flow is like a ravine

No feelings like a machine

MiLTown MoBB is the regime

And I reign supreme

Plus the jewlery will kill your self esteem

But try your luck I tote a beam

That will rip through your spleen

Like your body's made of screen

Rhymers Block

MiLTown MoBB

Yeah!