Body Bag Ben - Affiliated lyrics

[Intro] Vulgar Display Uh-huh Body Bag (Body Bag) 805 bustin' [Verse 1] Yeah, we blackin' on the beat, slow feet, don't eat We ain't the same, your spirit reelin', but the flesh weak Huh, rip on the technique, can't work around that (Nah) fu*k a handout, only free cheese in the mousetraps This ain't the bounce back, he solidified Write my scriptures on ancient scrolls, control it through the mind's eye Bonsai, kamikaze, caught the damage [?][0:52] Denmark through a cylinder block (Oh) The block hot, spin the Jody Watley Get the math right, move the graphite These lab rats triеd to red dot me, it's obvi' (Brr, brr) Got the crack for your stеreo system, splash the wisdom, had to aerial lift 'em The mechanism shift his body (Boom) Did him like Pac in the lobby, the Glock godly, got him singin' like they Pavarotti Sip the toxins, treat his chest like we chest boxin' Death the best option if we horn rockin' Huh, stay out the way, he still got the feelin' '88 Mike from the line, this sh*t spine chillin' Word, he take it there, slide like Professor X in the chair Sendin' shots through the air, motherfu*ker [Chorus] Build it ground up This sh*t authenticated (Uh) Got it out of the mud, y'all just affiliated Ha, woah, get left right there Behind the nose with the stare sendin' shots through the air (Oh) They ain't really like that (Nah) fu*k a handout, only free cheese in the mousetraps Huh, word, this sh*t authenticated (This sh*t authenticated) Got it out of the mud, you just affiliated (Uh) [Verse 2] My steel moves like a surgeon Play the doc, reel in the sturgeon Wrap your knot like André when he rocked the turban (Blah) Right the pestilence, this ain't rap, these messages Sent from Heaven's gates beyond the wastelands of the exodus (Ha) Peep the excellence, bro, the blade's sharp Move like Ryu Hayabusa in the cover of the dark, this sh*t a work of art Slide like Rickey Henderson (Ah), got the blicky tucked inside the Pendleton (Brr) Potato on the barrel of the Remington, huh Wise beyond my years, clear the table off The cable ripped, tear the tablecloth Now he leakin' through his hairy cloth This cloth talk and now the gloves is off Ain't no love lost, the elixir got me swervin', fu*ker gettin' dog walked Where's they code of honor? The stealth bomber leavin' holes in they coat of armor He flamin' up they alma mater That's old karma, duke, that cold llama goin' apesh*t Tape on the grip, right this pain when he light the farmer Seal your fates, blastin' knowledge in a fluid state Cut the sample off the turntable and watch it liquidate He'd rob a Patrick with a dirty ratchet Use his face to bury the hatchet And shake they asses when he kick the planet (Blah) [Chorus] Build it ground up This sh*t authenticated (Uh) Got it out of the mud, y'all just affiliated Ha, woah, get left right there Behind the nose with the stare sendin' shots through the air (Oh) They ain't really like that (Nah) fu*k a handout, only free cheese in the mousetraps Huh, word, this sh*t authenticated (This sh*t authenticated) Got it out of the mud, you just affiliated [Outro] Central Coast Stay out the way, man Body Bag (That's produced and written by) Watch me, dude, watch me fu*kin' around, man Haha