Weaponz Lyrics

My eyes cold with a depraved heart of course there's no empathy

I'm giving off that black Air Force One energy

50 with the beef its forever it'll never cease

Heads are like trophies on the table like a center piece

Avoid eye contact and slowly back away

I quit school cause of recess, told'em I don't play

Mike Tyson cried when he interviewed Sugar Ray

You should do the same when you talking to me any day

Just know it's on sight with no forethought or planning

Every time I see you we gone have a misunderstanding

We gone have a failure to communicate our thoughts fully

And the lesson learned is sometimes you gotta punch the bully

The price of the brick is going up

They always calling out ya boy stay showing up

They think I ain't there I'm somewhere in the cut

With hedge clippers to your neck and rose clippers to your nuts

Motherfucka what

Black out everything remain a blur

This is pack of lion rap blood stained in the fur

With scars in the flesh let'em bleed on this murder tape

Then plant them seeds in ya head let'em germinate

There's been an epiphany give this pen to a sick mc

Tryna rid me of the sin and iniquity

But, for graphic writing I'm tasked with the action item

Master technician certified in my division

Sipping Modelo, chill on Sugar Hill like Romello

Fresh baldy, bassline like Meshell Ndegeocello

Bello off a cello, any type of instrument

Teaching rhyme-ology pay attention it's intricate

Get this shit, you outta town, I'm out the country

Sounding funky, pushing whips but it's ya moms Town and Country

They say T how come you take so long to drop

I say ock, I go slow but you should know it never stops