Islord - Duck Tape lyrics

[Islord] Aiyo my mind is like a nine, I shoot my thoughts at ya'll b**h a** n***as, corny rap n***as Claiming that ya'll live and sh**, but hell no Cuz I do this, kid, through rain, sleet & snow Yeah, kid, what, I'm just that live Cuz me and Dom P, blacking n***as eyes So ya'll best to realize the realism How Islord get down on the rhythm, cuz I hit 'em wit that -- [Dom Pachino] Run up in the game with the duct tape, to the sh** ya'll rape I don't know how much more sh** can I take, and f** jake And the fatman too, I bring the gat land through Turn him into fatman fondu, and this co*kerspaniel My Glock handle, too hot to handle My next drill's left field, to make your next feel vandal My tech can't stand you, my chips, you better fork them over Or you be treated like a Hunt for the Red October I sink ya ship with the flare, from my brother grip Get smothered quick, for f**ing wit me, dick, on some G sh** I see sh** in 3D, you won't be sh**, and you definitely won't defeat me I'm so swift, breath of fresh air on the airwaves Aren't you tired of the same sh** you hear every day? And here we go again, the heat holding, the beat swollen Just speak golden, his flow's frozen, the whole world knows him [Islord] Since '97, I was rocking ya'll to heaven With cla**ical material, machine gun funk Right out your stereo, so here I go, lyrical a**a**in Quick to attack, any n***a acting Like he invincible, and can't get returned to the essence Kid, you must be stupid, thinking like you adolescent Like your whole family won't get duct taped Then get tossed in the lake, somewhere upstate For f**ing with my plate