Vintage Tux - ..grim lyrics

[CRIMSON] They tried to k** me, it's hard to k** me/ they calm when we call the theory/ beast, ducked to the trench, locked to bottom parts of street/ for that n***a who said the G "sh** he can't run a beat"/ time for the fleet to combine, line any shot to the freak/ alpha to gawd man it's obsolete, you Pom Pom shooking, them boys out looking/ for carca**, anybody should be/ kinda terrified, when the panther and panda eye, size up and down that sign, with a wish that he prolly die, move to the side/ don't f**ing get me started.. Up in the party, we up the ante a bit, till we feel the wave of dearly departed/ and when it happens the tek'll blast so retarded, components of the bone break to the sound of the lead, to them targets/ hop in the four runner, then we dash to the Bradford Lake/ in the parking lot, roll a J, then back on the way/ ride the phenomenal, in the vibe I've been to top a few/ time towered minds, let it chime when it's time to move/ [CRIMSON] Walk into the door, they looking at us.. You already know/ with the pack of animal, the silver tooth, to find the glow/ How they sounding though? Singing n***as who can't find a note/ to my juri(s)diction, get to flipping just sell your soul/ Where you from, where you got it? What's in ya pocket? They think that kinda large they can stop it?/ but stop it.. Anybody can get the whopping, the 9 get to popping/ ammo it don't see no color, nah it's only object/ super swagger, the shimmy Stephen level, p**y n***as, cover ya fingers up/ toking indica in the club, we ain't failing? You figure much/ banana clips to ya bu*ter crunch, the product of the division and Juana? Well look at us../ the fallen tyke, with a sword in the light, will they bring a fork to the fight?/ we of all type, you defeated when feeding flea to the mice/ if you see the scheme? Intervene, cause that's prolly mean it's your life/ inside the team, we devising a plot, to thieve in the night/ alive..