F.T. - Metal Thangz lyrics

[Verse 1: O.C.] Yo, unfold remarkable soul, cold-blooded Bleedin icicles, equivalent to North Pole Roll El-Producto style, Buddha mindstate But I don't smoke weed to proceed, follow my lead I Rock-well when somebody's watchin me, rhyme's fine Like Denzel, havin shorties all jockin me My poetry paintin pictures, call me Pica**o Not so fast, put your microphone back in the stash When I'm through foes with hoes, take what fits You ain't worth what O.C. hold, dick made of gold Soul controller, ruler of my dest', all eyes on me Like a pair of thirty-eight double-D's, rest a**ured When I be on the mic, WAR, holdin the goods Like you buyin in the surplus store You see I brought it down a notch so you could understand O I'm smooth like a harp you, nothin but a banjo So advance yo' tech-nine style, that sh** is played off Run into the likes of a Mongol slave Fallout, the Gene-ral, be on command now At the quarted of the century, I'm the manchild f** that abbreviated F.T., soon to come bust off We bust back strapped ready for war, what? [Hook: Street Smartz] Yo, when you hear this sh** I bet your head'll swing Cause this a ghetto thing, where we pack metal thangz Just to settle thangz [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Get your motherf**in orders of protection, MC's no question See I was raised in the ill drug section And that persuaded my poetical selections to be hardcore sh**, I swore on my father's grave I make slaves of n***as who played brave I craved to engrave my name inside of the pavement And my basement's an arrangement of different torture devices That slices, the first n***a who thinks they are the nicest My advice is to you, think twice The price to pay is your life, Jesus Christ I am the Pharoahe The road I'm on is kind of narrow Plus there's a fork in the sh** and I don't know which way to go But these scriptures are sculptures To prove to dead rappers words hover above like vultures Vipers, I write the type of sh** to make n***as incite race riots From the hate that white invited Sinister, when it's the time to, finish the rhyme Watch the, minister climb up, (up) fillin in the atmosphere Like Canibus and if it's activatin me believe I'm captivatin heat Plus I'm decapitatin three MC's with my axe like thoraxes Practice allows me to receive information like faxes, what? [Hook] [Verse 3: F.T.] n***as you better watch your back It takes concentration and confrontation So f** conversatin and contemplatin Arms I'm brakin, spin a battle wild like a carousel Cause new MC's babble now especially when I have an L These raps is meant to fear yo I'mma rip this sentence here My comprehension scares to leave you in intensive care Check my credentials, with pen and pencils, or instrumentals I make your mental, experimental Don't be actin co*k-a-mamey cause n***as on my block is crazy Talkin that rap sh**, you couldn't even rock a baby b**h I went out and bought a rifle (why?) Cause that's just more than trifle I'm sorta psycho like a retard on a motorcycle My mind changes when the time changes An MC that ain't sayin sh** might as well be rappin in sign language I get darkened eyed, when I spark the lye Start stompin guys, have em screamin, "Let's compromise!" And love a fly brawl so why stall Keep lookin at me I'mma spray some Lysol in your eyeball Street Smartz, affiliation [Hook]