Popa Wu - Back Of The Church Lyrics
[intro: 5ft hyper snyper]Turn up my mic a little bit, so I wont have to screamTurn up my mic a little bit, so I wont have to scream, buddhaWord, aight, yo, aight[5ft hyper snyper]All stand in attention, its a spank in the nineSome of yall niggas be sometimeSometime you bill, sometime you rhymeAll the time, we break out the snake pit, make hitsBlood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshitToo complex, make it easy, elementarySo we can teach these babiesCrawl before you walk, think before you talkDont mislead them, fall, ya bleedinNow take me to your leaderDesention in the ranks, divide and conquerYou should say thanks to your weed and liquorCocaine and *****es, diamonds, big chains, more richesShiny cars, aint nuthin man made can reach these starsGet in where you fit in, who you be, who you areI be the fall dog, in the vanguardConductor of the orchestra, universal soldierZu ninja![spiritual assassin]Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memoryFloatin in cups of hennesseyLogically its like, niggas battle the bikeSo I rip mics tight, and vibe rightWe shine on each other till the climaxOn your best systems, Im deep like addictionWhenever Im co-mixin the slangDelta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brainNow ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flamePeace now tame, run loose, at an individualI enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinelOverdosin you, one of the chosen fewNew host to guide you across the east coastWe held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the priceThrow the dice, seein thru my father eyesights85 percent of the change of life, to jailI hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fameNow when we came close, to hopin the pain is goneMomma said dont aim wrong, or you might blast me in the armSon, my word is based on the strength or the strongThat be the same one, now he got your life in his palm[manley musa]Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls85% gods, peep announcementsStick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikissLeave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pantsMy thoughts throw them in your collectors editionCherish life on my 7 and a half micsIts precious like black dads kidsValuable, natural like resources, symbolic200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the eastLike musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of rulesNever step on x-men, while they shoesWho the ***** wanna sponsor a highway yo get yoursStraight boulevard on the block, its like a shoot outSome cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grillI revail the ears, embrace with open armsYo incase my rhyme put in a gold framePraise my name and the niggas I run withWorld class, yo were legends[k-blunt]Yo true like the terminator, I shoot and killMc, like space invaders, lyrical exterminatorIn this music, we call rap, sittin on my top catsKillin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the catGet ya scooby snack, thats the way you attackA hip hop track, like a predatorWild life, ready to fight and rock a micYo niggas is this, like tinas and ikes, smackNow we got it right, zu ninjas performin tonightOn stage under the lights, rhymes tightBlow like crack in a pipeFans addictive to the crossidation of christ
