Shabaam Sahdeeq - Connect 4 lyrics

[Verse One] [Shabaam Sahdeeq]: It's our time Chalk it up to experience I'll rope you up After the track dope you up Have you fiendin' like a methadone clinic until I finish Tracks I gracefully spit on, MC's I sh** on Your name will mean nothin' after I start crushin' over percussion Drinkin' vodka like a wild Russian My name holds weight like a freight train But I'm slept on like a bum in the last car, awake y'all Where the screetches stop, the speakers stop cause y'all The enemy on the low, but I just ain't know But right here we got the got the best spitters Voice paint pictures like Michelangelo On the ceiling of a cathedral I'll feed you with nothing but intelligent thug ism Knowledge and wisdom, my words shine colors in the prism I'm livin' spendin' they buckets, started f**in' I'm gone Knockin' my own songs, fondling on some thongs Of a long legged Amazon Shotgun with her skirt on s**in' an Icee Thinkin' she gon' be wifey I'm nice see Oh you only see MTV? Lot of empty MC's, none of them see me [Verse Two] [UG]: Yo Barry Bonds rap, you know how I do with mines The game tried to ban me, say I'm juicing my lines And usin' nine Make n***as lose they mind with it As soon as I click it and co*k it I send a rocket I lift it, I pop it, I'm sick with the topic, this kid a prophet I spit it the hardest, my b**h is a goddess My sh** is the hardest I'm a problem Who want it in here? I flip like David Banner changin' a spare I aim it right there And blow your face into space for real Undertaker, the space in the ground to fill I pound your grill Into mince meat I'm simply The best mahf**a, hear the tec mahf**a Blaaaaa [Verse Three] [Casual]: Let's bet royalty checks, I'm comin' to collect mahf**a Right in front of Jacobs to fit it, if it's a skank I'mma get it They hatin' I said, "Baby wait for a minute." I stay fly Your boy aviation lieutenant And they be patient Knowin' that it's hard to shook me Silence struck, when they seen Sarge salute me Beats will ? , bacon soda rhymer When I tell them that I'm takin' over, they thank a soldier Ankle holster, Velcro strap where my Achilles is We're willy's but really it's who spit the silliest I'm in my poetical prime, puffin' plenty purple k** half ya cypher Leave you with a semi-circle You rap war, but can you shoot? You get starved out, I carved out of bamboo shoot And spit a flow blow dark at your so so art Your boy coco, you n***as never show no hearts Steppin' to Jojo I rap with the rap mortician is awful One rap blew out his latissimus dorsi So keep it poppin' while y'all n***as big gun coppin' But n***as run like they brought stockings I Bernard Hopkins The jaw droppin' with no options [Verse Four] [Sean Price]: Ayo 'Pac got shot (damn) Biggie got shot (pssst) Gravy got shot (who?) Nobody cares Sean Price, duke I'm takin' it there Matter fact, tie one hand around my back, b**h I'm makin' it fair Brownsvillein' Run up on a clown, the pound k** him Antibiotic rap, the track is penicillin Party people P is a poet, the poem please you Power to the people, the pistol pop paralegals Listen My aim's the truth, I aim and shoot You found dumped in the trunk b**h, Rae Carruth Sean Price I don't play in the booth, I go in so Never bet again me my n***a, there's no wins Yes yes y'all and ya don't stop S Double, Sean P will get ya shot Yes yes y'all and ya don't quit U.G./Casual is the ultimate b**h