C - Lance - Hakim lyrics

[Verse 1: A.G.] From the Bronx to Philly, only real n***as feel me s**er-proof is how they built me We outlast trends, pay attention to your friends See me in a train, might see me in a Benz No matter where you see me, I'm official That's without the whistle Even without a pistol, known for launching missiles My air strikes, check these clowns like Air Nikes Your whole team against me and Paz, that's a fair fight Pro-black n***a, even when I wear white We raise the price like fare hikes I just want a clear mic to make sure these n***as hear right The giant, worldwide fans and street clients Put you in a box and call it the sweet science Before you start, we have won That's cause the cloth I'm cut from [Hook (x2): A.G.] D.I.T.C., AOTP Army of the Pharaohs, known for shooting arrows Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, we'll travel [Verse 2: O.C.] It's moments like these when in the zone ain't the word First time my words relate with thirty-three in the third Nerve endings respond to the sound of the drums Taught myself breath control as I can strip my lungs Each line makes sense, I don't just flap my gums Talking loose leaf the target, the pen is my gun Tactician know to reincarnate Isoroku Yamamoto The one responsible for the attack on Pearl Harbor Die hard bloggers love getting the followers To start commentaries 'bout whose sh**'s magnanimous Character traits of funny style artists Get the taste smacked out of they mouth for spitting garbage The solution for half-wits, we solve it Toss little pumpkin bombs like Green Goblin Take the heads of so-called kings that sip wine from a goblet Looting cash just for they profits [Hook (x2): A.G.] D.I.T.C., AOTP Army of the Pharaohs, known for shooting arrows Diggin' in the Crates, have gun, we'll travel [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Listen And while they blood clot, all of y'all swimming with sharks And the closest one to you, he be living with narcs Everybody have a choice, but you live in the dark And with this bulldog, ain't nobody live when it barks Every rhyme is a very small glimpse in the dark And these dumb-dumbs going to put a rip in your heart I don't waste time money, I'm efficient with art I was leaving Jordan, three foot prints in the park You talk a lot, ock, and you ain't got the nerve The four pound milli' silly, but the Glock absurd I've been rocking Philly all the way to Gothenburg Copped the bird and distribute it until I got the word Half moon, park, God, dark fade Armor on all y'all, car wash, car sprayed D.I.C.I., happy that we parlayed Callaway went thataway, Pa Clark Gabe