Chad A. Marshall - Dante's Inferno lyrics

Introduction: One time for your mind, two times for the rhyme like that. Word Yea it be like that, sometimes Yea it be like that, sometimes Strive for the future [Verse One] f** and introduction I'm serving beef to whoever what it Like f** it I'll be the first to bring the ruckus The villainous Climbing down your chimney Like the Boogeyman And tried to keep the peace Battle raps go hand and hand Mothaf**as in the underground Better start to salute me Jacking my styles buffoonery Top villains lack the purity Of the original villain It ain't even about the money But it is about your loyalty How you moving meaning more to me Decisions Decisions I swear to God these n***as b**hes But I get labeled as the bad guy For speaking out against them Catch me on the up and up Dolo walking A prophet Allegiance off to the marksman You basic spitting the typical Getting popped off Or ran the f** over by Southern Levies The flow is heavy Poetic d**h corrupting all of yall With the Nubian Bling Look what I did to these rappers man Look what I did to these rappers [Chorus] Sometimes Yea it be like that (4x) [Verse Two] Ayo the motto's been the same Since n***as jumped off the plane wildin' I'll spit a couple 32s And bounce to the Cambridge Islands I'm lounging Dolo on the block with the hooded sweater Ain't going out like Trayvon You cracka n***as move along Trying to get on To the top of the bracket And I ain't packing Wooden caskets of poverties Babies die for monopoly money You tenderoni types to only bark with the homies In the same fashion the pigs do When they rockin out with the badges on em See I ain't sweating it My real n***as represent Haters on the block They wanna take you out to the parking lot I'm coo with it My celly buzzin form my Mrs She's trying to get my dick s**ed I'm trying to get her p**y eaten Might have a threesome That depends on how we feeling I got a list of known celebs I'm trying to bag before the weekend All these rappers got me f**ed up Trying to clown on my vernacular I spit a flow spectacular I'm laughing at you amateurs Who wanna wage wars like Kamikazes Knock me on that s**a sh** Get bombed like Nagasaki For the fish scale Hoping you repel So many farewells I done made it pretty far From where I started off as a child I'll put my foot up in your a** boy I roam without the posse A Neo-Nazi in comparison to n***as Who try to plot on me So I'm posted at the Arco Never posted up in park though Surveillance or the radar These rappers never been hard