Mr. Porter - Spit Shine lyrics

[Verse 1] I'mma clean this whole sh** out like colonics With words put together better than Sony Electronics King of the jungle, humbly stay honest Eat with the lions, swim with piranhas Gasoline the scene, strike the match Inferno, I'm too thorough, n***a, so stand back (Whoosh) I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme And make my career take an incline I'm strict with knives, straight with razors Good with grenades, great with gauges Been around the world on a million stages Watch n***as b**h up and go through changes I had guns before thugs was in fashion I mashed out before n***as knew mashing I knew terror before the plane started crashing I got punch lines and n***as ain't laughing [Hook] I'm gon be here after the smoke die down Insomnia style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend your self Move like I move and live life long Can't move up if ya heart not strong Get'cha own sh** cause this sh**'s mine Every time I spit I shine [Verse 2] co*ks**er, I preach what I practice, back sh** up Wrap this rap sh** up, still acting up Get found in a trunk of an Acura Y'all s** like jail and Dracula X turn up the heat, increase the hatred Straight stone faced don't f** with gay sh** So I guess that means I can't f** with you now Two down, let off, vacate to new town It feel like Bishop and Juice now Got a flame thrower that'll burn big holes through your goose down Rough sound, same strong background Been on black, the big boys laying chips down My whole train of thought is To body any mothaf**er with problems and not get caught I was blessed with life but I curse to d**h I'mma spit til my very last breath - f** y'all! [Hook] I'm gon be here after the smoke die down Insomnia style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend your self Move like I move and live life long Can't move up if ya heart not strong Get'cha own sh** cause this sh**'s mine Every time I spit I shine [Verse 3] Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target You ain't came up yet, well n***a let me show ya Come across dope like planes and boats Like balloons filled with coke down a Mexican's throat You ever seen a man get smoked, they sh** on they self Their body shake for a second then it gets dissected For evidence of the weapon and the people involved Let one n***a talk, everybody gettin' caught for sureo' I say that to say this (what?) If you can't handle the time then ride the bench Might as well touch ya tail and jump the fence Castrate ya self, expose the b**h X go head up, but f**, never ran from it I got a gauge with buck shot that you can't stomach You ain't a k**a, you a album filler You ain't a soldier, you a rap promoter, game over! [Hook] I'm gon be here after the smoke die down Insomnia style, I won't lie down Fight the good fight, don't need no help Keep your hands up, defend your self Move like I move and live life long Can't move up if ya heart not strong Get'cha own sh** cause this sh**'s mine Every time I spit I shine