Shabazz The Disciple - Goldmindz lyrics

[Chorus 2X: Shabazz the Disciple] We on the slow grind, moving as one, but it's four minds Putting in that work from sound check to showtime f** to po-line, the judge, the p-o's, the whole nine Go head, go sign, man we about to peel a gold mine [Shabazz the Disciple] King of Israel, name rings bells, I'm here to fish scale Play the hand I'm delt while lands ?holler miss deal? Bring hell, poisen snow flake on some quick sales Never plead ball, hit the bar and spen a ?spit pill? Peep pimp tales, naked flicks with your chick's tail Gucci smelling lipstick, she love how the dick feels Keep scales, that sh** fails, then we set sail Empty out the f**ers, hit the coppers than we split sales Plundered in prison, another soul of a brother has risen Same gang up, some hang up over a judge's decision Some n***as yank, spit shanks, others hug a religion We spit it on a higher plane, agnets hover your vision [Chours 2X] [Timbo King] Yo it's hammer time, from Atalanta all the way to Anaheim Women stand in line, greet the king, meet the king Don never hand cuffing hoes, left three daddy roles Rocking Prada, popping lava, a**alama, black pirhanas Eat food, street dudes, keep tools Word to your hower, black power, it's the final hour I went from Martin to Malcolm to recording albums Soul signing, so melodic, lemon kush, gold chronic Reap profits, keep profits, keep your hands out my pockets Yeah, Bo King kicking off, off top You got to pay off, ain't no shots involved Cus you don't want the 357 involved [Hell Razah] They want beef, we the Burger Kings Maccabeez, we official, we murder things Sleep, don't hurt our slang, no gang, we a family tree From the seeds, to the roots, to the branches and leaves Label me as a farmer that be growing them trees Better yet, a carpenter, cus of them hammers I squeeze Got tools like I'm Home Depot Hypnotic and that Grey Goose make all them hoes deep throat Take two pulls to choke shorty, pa** the dro Cross my line, guarenteed you rats is blown I'm letting you know, you'll never be rich or out poor I'm a restaurant, raising cooks styles to go [Chorus 2X] [k**ah Priest] King Tut rock the Gucci frames, my Uzi rings Like it's '88, sitting on top of Section 8 Thoro, my step is my borough, spit out brimstone and fire Apocalypse rap, go with the flow ?novel? through tracks The marvelous is back, King David waving two gages Dropping bombs like I'm Arab all over your radars I'm the poet, the prophet, the preacher, the priest Songs of survival are sinister, the sin is the streets Powerful from a gangsta lip, two or three years I live that Pa**ion of Christ before we all leave here It's leap year for you rappers who thought you had it Millenium magic, that's the devil's work ya'll practice My gat spits at your dragons, clips from a magnum Call out n***as on the floor, they all crawl out