Bryan Garcia - Shook Ones (remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Bryan Garcia] I put you on to some realness This be that one group you can't miss We got flow from our feet to both our wrist Cut the spoiled milk nonsense will murder y'all Ruin your whole career nobody heard of y'all Y'all over milky fellas let the carton fall I don't need no group I'll fight you all Give up now Ngozi are get laced up And Kendl I know you don't wanna fade up We be them real n***as y'all can feel the spoiled milk k**ers The best for little me them triggers just us fellas I know I'm not that nice I'm new to the game But I don't need talent to destroy u lames Yo, CManeech I think it's time to dig the grave Fresh Oj, will be the ever lasting new wave Bring pain to your life just like a cut Or you'll be done like a cig burned to the bud [Verse 2: CManeech] My crew snaps necks on the track never handing out respect I got haters breathing heavy like a asthma attack And I rack up the corpses with lyrical forces Penetrate your brain with a power of ten horses And taking courses in Queens New York But I'm the King of Vocab take a step out of my court with your Bull sh** We on a whole another level I rock out the mic, these kids can barely even pebble Im a rebel Cause nobody can really rule me I spit filthy lines I'm hot you'll never cool me Running floor one cause we got kid's on floor two So room 107 can get cooked like a stew And get your boy Japan if he's ready to go I'll chop up any hope of spoiled milk like Taekwando And X out your name clearly like Tic Tac Toe A bloody nose from Oj the only way you have flow [Hook] They shook they shook Spoiled milk is shook Fresh Oj on top cause we the real crooks You ain't a threat Will grab you by the throat And make sure to leave no room for growth Unh They shook they shook Spoiled milk is shook Fresh Oj on top cause we the real crooks You ain't a threat Will grab you by the throat And make sure to leave no room for growth [Java] I scot scrap you shacks Bricks to sticks I rip back to back Goin tip to tat I attack your raps Leave you, face first in the dirt no mercy You ain't worth it you clits can't hurt me Them sound like fighting words Because I'm lightyears A light appears of my peers a nightmare Im right here You might say I'm nice on the mic and spit with a caliber quite rare 40 caliber right there I'm H-O double T E-R than all of y'all combined My 9mm rhymes fly through enemy lines You can stand by and find I'm a lyrical land mine I'm skinned deep like a tan line Try to catch up with my flow just know your a damn fried Get fried with your hands tied I'm a force to be reckoned with One man weapon who you reckoning with You can get the medic in medicine And you can credit the d**h of any instrumental you put in front of me This is fun to me Yo I dont have to when I'm Hungry You looking at me like you wanna beef I'm look at you like you got something in your teeth Which just means that I think your crazy For thinking you can go mono e mono and face to face with me No I did not studder Neither or did you hear me mutter I'll have you back stroking in a blood filled puddle Of your blood still dripping in a blood filled bubble No Worries, cause I'm a pull it off real subtle And I'm Troubled You ain't really gotta ask A Cold k**er a mast A ma**acre to the max A hockey mask and forty oz bottle of Jack And that's enough wondering if you under attack [Hook]