The Storm ft. Consept The Lab Rat Lyrics

(Consept)

When I spit a verse

I'm known to black out

Take the mic from me you might suddenly blow your back out

Your best decision in this situation would be to back down

Amateur when I lay tracks all my raps is maxed out

I chop off both your arms you have to put the gats down

In this movie script a bitch is what you ask to act out

So laugh now wind up fucked up and afraid

You're so desperate you get a hooker pay a couple of bucks for aids

In the streets I hang out with nothing but known threats

You talk jibber-jabber nonsense like bitches in phone sex

I'm smooth with the rhymes that's why I wrote checks for studio time

But I was stupid and abusing my time

Sometimes when I rhyme it gets confused for a crime

I'm kinda like Paul Pierce I'm the truth in his prime

Who you know to spit a line that's as ruthless as mine?

You got the words for the spirit I got the food for the mind

I be losin my mind by refusing to rhyme

I twist the dutchie and grab a pen it's how I'm usin my time

I choose to be lucid if I'm not tellin the truth

I'll tell you my life ain't been influenced by rhymes

(RAS187 Hook)

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept we bomb

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept it's on

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept we bomb

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept it's on

(RAS187)

The way I create rhymes I'm a lyrical magician

Pen and pad and a vision every bar spit with precision

Listen ain't a click in our division

We too nice in mint condition face to face the same decision

Our mission industry demolition

Rap is our religion hip-hop is our addiction

But lately it seems like somethin is missin

Weak rappers got me flippin rappin bout money and pigeons

School of hard knocks money don't pay that tuition

Play your position or you might come a missin

I perform Kevorkian incisions

Cut closer than circumcisions Rather be dead or in prison

Then to turn on my goals and ambitions

I ain't fuckin with bitches

Put stitches to snitches respect they don't get a smidgen

You're rain at the top was shorter than midgets

If it's too hot for you boy then get the hell out the kitchen

I spit sick shit make an atheist look Christian

And I'm backed by my coalition we waitin on a collision

Us in the limelight seems like tradition

It's a smooth transition Weak bitches keep your distance

(RAS187 Hook)

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept we bomb

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept it's on

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept we bomb

Thunder and lightning striking the storm RAS and Concept it's on