Descendants From Beasts ft. Cimer Amor Lyrics

I be da, what?

Poster child with the dopest style

Hold ya stance in dem yoga pants, booty poking out

Told ya Terrence a lil older now

Put ya flag at half staff I ain't mean to have to put your soldier down

Colin Powell ya whole style

Blam ya wit the cannon that was standing on the shoulder mount

On some Transformer shit

Record this with the Camcorder Flip or caught me on some manslaughter shit

But it come with the territory

Terrence story, surely the purely uncut version of Berry Gordy

Huff & Gamble rough drums with the sample

Perfect soundscape for me to pillage, rape, and trample

A ape out da damn zoo chewing on bamboo

Fuck whatcha fam do, we be da damn truth

Can't hold a candle so they plan to avoid us

and hear they women screaming in the van having coitus

They get penetrated then inseminated

Feel degenerated after the pussy get renovated

Rough sex with no safe words

Misogynistic, Side spit sick shit but it gets way worse

With every verse I'ma fool, gotta warn you

They call it old school but to me it sound normal

They say why you like this, don't know what to make of ya

Scorpion and da frog dog, the shits in my nature

Now with the pen and the beats, we the remnants of the streets

Influenced by the best, we descendants from beasts

You can tell how we carry ourselves that we elite

Side Effect and Cimer, we're descendants from beasts

Now with the pen and the beats, we the remnants of the streets

Influenced by the best, we descendants from beasts

You can tell how we carry ourselves that we elite

Side Effect and Cimer, we're descendants from beasts

I gotta vent, beats hard like a block of cement

That ain't Hip Hop dog you should stop and repent

Ain't nobody paying you a cent that's not they intent

Your rap show is more like a non-profit event

And my style is like a growl outside of ya tent

With a foul scent, sasquatch carbon footprint

Check ya chin after y'all collect ya small wins

wanna beat? Cimer make a drum out of y'all skin

Don't get too close and claim you studying the culture

End up with your face and frame bloodier than a vulture

This ain't the shoulder that you wanna look over and learn from

I'll send you down a path you can't return from

And to think it's all good just a week ago

But ran into to me and got ejected from your vehicle

My deepest condolences, I kill the beats with the bonus disc

They eating like I'm feeding the homelessness

You're in the gym with this high tech equipment

I'm in the basement Clubber Lang style getting ignorant

Intense bootcamp, running with them hard-heads

Training, drinking my own piss like Juan Marquez

You can place your bets but why waste money

This rap game a circus and these clowns taste funny

Mouth piece vicious verses run you eight-hundy

This is Big John Stud rap, King Kong Bundy

Now with the pen and the beats, we the remnants of the streets

Influenced by the best, we descendants from beasts

You can tell how we carry ourselves that we elite

Side Effect and Cimer, we're descendants from beasts

Now with the pen and the beats, we the remnants of the streets

Influenced by the best, we descendants from beasts

You can tell how we carry ourselves that we elite

Side Effect and Cimer, we're descendants from beasts