Launch Code ft. $adflcko & Craig G Lyrics

Cult Encounters, Craig G (G, G, G)

It's that official hip-hop, you know (Uh)

And if you familiar with me, you already know what I do

(You know what I do already)

And if you not (Take a listen) yo

Craig G, Tylr C, $adflcko, Cult Encounters

Weak MC's see us in the club and call their bouncers

I'm burning on an ounca, the finest green leafage

Gotta second, but that's all I have so keep it brief kid

The vocal booth ain't have to be wrapped up with police tape

The way I murder beats would make you cancel your release date

What I do in 1 take, you need 33 takes

Always and forever I'll be nice, call me heatwave

Bars are the equivalent to a nuclear war head

The right beats the Launch Code

Touch it and we're all dead

Get it off your chest, but please remain respectful

If I give my guys the signal, believe me they will check you

But imma let you slide, cause I'm working on my karma

Imma man of my word, I live by a code of honor

Cross me, you will get squashed in hellfire

I won't stop rocking, till I retire

Craig G, Cult Encounters, take a listen, yo

I'm burnin on an ounca, the way I murder beats, yo, always and forever

The right beats the launch code

Cult encounters, take a listen, I won't stop rocking

I shoot to kill when you threatening Mr. Bastard

Crack rock bagga when I have ta

Amaru the monster pulls in with one, of his many gadgets

Turn this shit to a ol' scary slasha if I haveta

Then the somber music plays as you hear frightening laughter (Ha-ha)

The poet the revolution lies deep within my word patterns

I'm the rock that the builders rejected a living hazard

I made my whole city wannabe rappers

This official hip hop, to the trailer parks to the complex

Where the blood was splattered

Y'all follow blind leaders, I am my own master

I sharpen my own blade and load my own bullets into my blaster

Looking up at the choir redirecting, times and the chapters

Give me my flowers before i'm laying motionless

In a closed casket, then the thunder crashes

Our position has been compromised, let's turn this shit to ashes

Craig G, Cult Encounters, take a listen, yo

I'm burnin on an ounca, the way I murder beats, yo, always and forever

The right beats the launch code

Cult encounters, take a listen, I won't stop rocking

An uncomfortable situation shit is perfect for me

Losing benjamins at the station, now they worshipping me

Back when I gave the same motherfuckers, verses for free

They was acting like I wouldn't make it

Bitch, please

As dangerous as the trade that almost landed the Lakers (CP3)

Just stop right here mane

Let me make this clear

This ain't the same game

From all the past years

We done changed like everything

Including who is our peers

Cause y'all is not rap students, or pioneers

And now raps ruined

So just hold my beer, and let me get in my gear