4th Disciple - Sweatshop lyrics

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4th Disciple - Sweatshop lyrics

[Intro: Madam Scheez] Yeah, f** that sh** k**army lay low in the fox hole Y'all b**hes better be on some sh** And start transportin' grenades in y'all pussies Hold ya man down I'm a knock-out b**h What y'all b**hes know about war? Some of y'all n***as is b**hes too, rockin' gay fatigues b**hes better come on some militant sh** [Beretta 9] Yo, fresh paste, PaperMate, another joint, no date Y'all MC's know darts, no weight, no escape The wrath, Genuine Draft, Beretta's time to splash Like Hurricane Joe, grab a raft, lifesaver Return of the Jedi, Luke vs. Vader Crush you with the force, of course you can't score First platoon leads you to doom, kid, your aunt raw These darts like scuds, oh son, you want war? Black Rambo, thoughts like the power of Ginko My thoughts move fast to the speed of the tempo Think quick, don't be the one to get licked sh** is real, kid, you don't get to practice the script Keep ya eyes pealed, guns concealed, ya lips sealed By the way, kid, got on ya shield? sh** be on, out in the world It's all Fear, Love & War But we sure to keep this in store [ShoGun Assason] All men man ya battle stations, this is global devastation In it's purest manifestation, the 6 man weddin' invasion The return the k**army, prepare for war with 3 Attack in harmony, to terrorize ya industry With murder poems and a**a**inatin' symphonies ShoGun, there's no disarmin' me Blast over instru-medleys, my words is deadly Beretta keep you shootin' heads steady f**in' with a lone wolf runnin' through the wilderness hungry I'm growlin' and howlin' at the full moon There's no hope for this world, only tragedy and doom That's why I stay liquidic, I'm sick wit it co*k me back and watch me spit it [Chorus: Islord] Yo, be off the set, jet Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments k**army got this rap sh** sewn like sweatshops Jet, be off the set Cuz when we come through we drop bombs on y'all establishments k**army got the sh** sewn like sweatshops [Frukwan] Yo, f**in' hip-hop Yo, perish, demolish, every herd in the forest Stalk the tropic, category 4, catastrophic Doust the tonic that's outside, end the demonic While you wack-a** n***as puffin' on the chronic Ultimately mentally unstable Bones shatter, rat-a-tat-tat, I'm somethin' fatal Public rehab it just like in a fossil Leave a n***a bone drop, dryer than a fossil Mahdi functions, lock n***as in dungeons Trigger the C4, ga-pow-pow, parts all over the wall Pressure, descent, to lay a**ault Prisons and vaults, a catapult, watts and volts Special effects, Hi-Tech scouts and tweezers Yo, a f**in' difficult procedure [Chorus] [Outro: Islord] We don't play We don't play when it comes to this sh** right here sh** gotta feed our babies and all that sh** Feed ya f**in' families and sh** Comin' straight from the ghetto Know what I mean? We don't play When we come through, we don't play Word up, y'all n***as get hurt f**in' with this sh** right here we dealin' wit Y'all n***as get hurt Word up It's like that It's real like that Ya f**in' nerds Y'all n***as is nerds out here Word up

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