Chops - Special Forces lyrics

[Bahamadia] Poems stay calm, approachin it They be flop and over it Back on my feet just like I'm 'posed to get (Yeah!) Livin up, I tell it y'all totin chicks You ain't really hot, you just image and politics The total type, y'all duplicates and male affiliates Soundin the silliest, doin renditions of hits like Al Yankovic I never been, kept it in suspense like a scene outta Scream legacy Like Marcia Jones, I'm reppin for queens Doin royal things, lock em down for offspring Whole team be a bunch of backpackers and mic fiends We all first string, spittin them j**els that bling bling And when I hit mainstream, y'all n***as can bite me *Cuts by DJ Revolution* "Live and direct" [Kool G Rap] "Yeah" "We takin over "Live and direct" "Yeah" "We move like the special forces, green beret" [Prodigy] "Live and direct" "Yeah" "That's the reason why none of y'all can't compete" [Big Daddy Kane] [Planet Asia] Aiyyo these is ghetto-bound scripts For pseudo MC's to breathe off of I vaporize tracks like mentalyptis with active ingredients Comin straight from the Yardie My click rolls thicker than the Black Panther party Up next for Generation X Most of these rap cats is barely fresh And when they carry me, they gon' bury me wit a mic on my chest Wit a wide crowd lookin But for now, these mic minerals is Ital cookings Gettin seasoned on, we carry blades of various shapes For the crates and CD's, and those still married to tapes Bahama-d up in the spot wit Cali Agents and Chops For all you big shots that thought you had this rap game locked [Rasco] Man forget about it Whenever we got beef, n***a we spit about it Get in the stands and swing hands You better change the plans, it's not goin down like that You in this game wit some serious cats Perhaps we could adapt to those that spit flows Keepin them on they toes Hopin it don't come to blows Cuz if it come to that then we layin em flat I hit these n***as so hard you think I'm sprayin a gat We at, these MC's never smokin the trees I think on the blink off some serious drinks Fresh dipped wit some serious links, we make cash Put my foot on the gas and smooth rip a n***a's a** "Live and direct" "Yeah" "We takin over" "Live and direct" "Yeah" "We move like the special forces, green beret" "Live and direct" "Yeah" "My troops roll up wit a strange force" [Nas] [Chops] Chops pedigree, heavily drop rock readily Hip hop peep sleep brevely Call form a**embly Genetically, neither ivory nor ebony Rather imbalanced chemically, talents are tendencies Towards supremecy, ask not like John Kennedy Who made your a** hot, remember me See the cause of the blaze Lost in the maze, Frankie Beverly While you dab your face wit the hankie tenderly Intricately weed, the steady medley Along wit these 3 MC's, combine rhymes to the end degree Flows overload your sensory, so you can thank me regretfully With ease, can breathe from these procedures Leave a blank in your memory what! "Live and direct" "Yeah" 2x "We move like the special forces, green beret" "Live and direct" "Yeah" 2x "None of y'all can't compete" "Live and direct" "Yeah" 2x "None of y'all can't compete" "Live and direct"