Famine O' Clock ft. Bugsy Da God, Zagnif Nori & Victorious Lyrics

Yo, yo, it's the famine Examin' my gattin', clappin' my cannon

Plantin' talons, have you catchin' bullets like Calvin

My bastion is slammin',

Whippin' the wagon State to state, handin' you plates of metal javelins

Dumpin' by the gatlon, tampin' your fashion

Witness the dragon and you'll be silent as Chaplin

My faction, craftin' recipes with desertees

Leave your dreams in the canyon while we lampin

In mansions, organic planet, my thoughts Langston

For ways in the garden, target the platinum

Taxed in essential vitamins and minerals, pull a fast one

I'm a bastard when hunger pangs bang, no fastin

In my faction, we the new blueprints and I'm the draftsman

Call a shankman and start taxin', all our beef is grass fed

So batten your hatches, we got all you satin bitches mapped in

Yeah, poverty and hunger, pains, robbery, we're gunnin aim

Noble city pretty, rap the artist on a subtle plane

Utica is Sodom and it's under flames

At the bottom with the unexplained

Starvin' for a sudden change, master the pro tools

Famine of soul food, classic for the masters Take em' back to the old school

Savage in the action, shake and ravage, they whole crew

Rappin' for the package, back to addicts with cold blues

The pain sap, we reign back, controllin' the scrimmage

Souls of the sinner, can't strap onto precision

We flame cast, we slain back, ain't hopin' to send it

You're open for grinnin', laid flat, rolled up in linen

Your brain cracked, chain snatched, holdin' your pennants

Too many lanes, rap the game's wack, focus is winnin

Noble division, name spat, spoken with vengeance

Explosive remembrance, aim back broken, you finished

I slung cane because of my hunger pains

Picture' me rockin' slum chains, lookin' like a lame

The hand skills and aim is one and the same

I put one in your brain, but not over a dame

I ain't playin' no games, I got Rondo reigns

This ain't train a day, I snatch Alonzo chain

He started sayin' names when Mahondo came

I leave the scene bloody like when them Darmus came

Leave you in a hole like Saddam Hussein

I move trees like blow, remember the name

On one knee, whole neck full of veins

Like Tim Tebow, you pray that I came

If you scared to get wet, don't play in the rain

You dealin' with a vet, I stay with them things

For the famine, I'm blamin', Crown Vic the king

Goldie gang with Gene, know what I mean

Yo, yo, let me talk to him, Kev

Ay yo, ay yo, came in the game hungry as fuck

Doin' tummy touches, bound to sit at the table

And eat the food up in my clutches

Like a poor man walkin' in crutches

With not a thing in his stomach

Another product of the hood environment

That came from nothin', wanna be somethin

Robbin' hoods, your nigga misunderstood

Cause he up to no good

Rob from the rich, give to the poor

Is what he understood, so he loaded the clip

Shot a nigga where he stood, gotta eat, cousin

Fed niggas come half a dozen

And them federally bitches are like birds buzzin

They give us summons, shoot em' down like bird huntin' gunmen

Peace to my niggas servin' time independent

That famine o clock shit shoot the birdie goin' cuckoo,

The beef cookin we starvin' like a hungry wolf

With the mind of a crook, and movin' like a rook

And robbin' all you unadvanced pawns cause we leavin' em' shook