Steel Tipped Dove - Mozambique lyrics

[Sample] 7-yard, Mozambique drill, with a Khar-PM9. 2 to the center of ma**, one to the head. Starting from low ready [Verse 1: Billy Woods] Known to operate in the night time Flash bang grenade, running blind Bat out the cave, I was [?frag/flag] flying Whatever they find, it ain't mine [?Wake all the ruby ribs], white privileges f** the police, let the modified Uzi spit 30-shot clip That won't fly where you moodies live Where regulated militia is blood brethren Blue and red, about that second amendment Open [?K/keg] turns chess to checkers Infringe on property rights Rightly lose your life over a necklace Legal iron drive [?] Fired, iron eagle taxi driver Flags fly, metal gears Gears of war More shooters Flanking maneuver, know them birds, they sore losers Little crews click up like Cuba Little dudes who will put two in your chest One in the computer [Verse 2: Faro Z] Always on time like a hi-hat Right in the middle of the boons, where you find that? MC FZ, flowing on the beat Set your watch to a middle of a the pocket Where I'm rhyming Right at the speed of light You should clock that Right in your vision of sight You can watch that When I spit lyrics on the mic Can't stop that I feel so good, I kiss myself to [?hop back] One time on the good foot This is all true like it's written in the good book Battling your boy FZ, not a good look You wanna play those types of games then good... Luck, cause the book stops here Said it before, what the f** is not clear? Two shots to the body, one head-shot: k** Mozambique style, yeah that's my drill f** your rhyme style, that sh**'s not ill f** the molly, I don't pop pills Just spit so I can rap, but you don't got sk** And if I don't recognize, if it is not real Who's playing around? No tricks in 86, it's time to build No mistakes allowed You call yourself MC's? If you were lifting a gun You couldn't move the crowd Please Yo, somebody call Eric B Obviously I come from a different pedigree Especially since I got a whole other set of weaponry That you've never seen, that's me (yuh!) For my last trick, great feat of magic; three shots Watch his blood pop out the top of his head I call that a rabbit and a hat trick, you know the drill [Verse 3: Curly Castro] Spit like Phil Rizzuto Cooking up like rice risotto In a crock-pot, Brooklyn zooloo Alley Kubrick shoot the promo, yuh Tar-baby terror, terrorizing territories Running with [?snowflakes and trip] Just so I can feel the glory Aiming like [?] All the gunpowder we steward I'm a battlefield hit Kiss a bullet, oh my lordey. When you Try to call the heavens, line was busy, purgatory I be flying daggers, never call it cla**, rob it all I'm the love child of aurora Into [?] Play mancala for the fallen Spitting waller, mighty morphing Larry Legend with the ma**acre [?] Turtle ninjas, with katanas Turn to Ra-tat-tat-tat-tat Smoking bags, of that finest Curly Casey, [?] Talking all the black an white When the black is only right Woods, Elucid and Castro The black is only life [Sample] There's the bodies, and there's the heads [Verse 4: Elucid] [?] black clan hooded bandit gypsy Jazz-man [?] down Break the bank just seen expeditious Sinfully, I'm somewhere laid up Swirling aged grams [?and ramp of] whisky Red hand at heavy lifting Peeling sets of hands of pimples Fancy neighbors [?No one dance and then called in favors] Blue dream, [?suit sayer], under Ursa Major King of the Spade, tied to his chamber Chess player, grand dragon slayer Sensual gang bang, [?] That's how you really f** haters Any takers? Race traders anonymous, common sense Low tolerance for boot licking and non-polishers Ba** like [?] Harlem shake [?...the devour-er] Cowards got their tongue chopped Have-nots share crop [?] Heat-rock sizzle Ghosts of the temple Flows everlasting pulled from a thimble Simpleton, I got you penciled in Tin tin wins [?] Mozambique Armand Hammer's [?creed] At ease [Gunshots]