[Clowd9yne]
A slight mishap ya`ll ain`t gon` like this track
Spits I`m nice with that drip strike ya` back
It`s like I`m on a mission now all you punks dissin` Clowd
I`ll have you beat down and into it so bad you missin` out
Sittin` down sippin` crown son ya` ass`ll get throne off
Listen how these cats sound suddenly so soft
So fuck your critiques and enough what you speakin`
Your dreams sayin` nothin` like you stuck in ya` sleep and
Somethin` is creepin` I think it`s catchin` on
Comin` from any type of object next to ya`ll
And it`s so contagious I ain`t Kelly or Isley
Son I`m inside the beast it`s the belly where I sleep
With these sick thoughts I might get brains out it
Direction is not needed cuz it`s always clouded
When I`m poundin` ya` sound to the floor it just keeps them
Weak emcees who try and make attempts to speak up
Ya` best bet don`t say nothin` when ya` listenin`
You scuffle with ya` written shit you bustin` or ya` listenin` son
Get ya` aim right cuz I`m a drain life
For ya`ll hatin` on me sayin` I don`t spell my name right
in that case I take it easy and just drop 9yne
With this verse read between the lines man the stop signs
Ya` block finds it kind of hard I`m soul killin`
And so willin` to start my projects with no buildings
I don`t sound patient no yeast or foundation
I rise like the sun but never found day shift
And clowns hate this these lyrics are proud rapists
Beat you to the concrete you damn brown faces
It`s goin` down alot of ya`ll raisin` up
Background Cult VI fake cats afraid of us
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Put your life on it
Man, you don`t want it – better
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Man, put your wife on it
Put your house up, go `head
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Y`all don`t like me
Y`all wanna hate me
I understand why critics ain`t ready to take me
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Son you actin` like you want it then put ya` life on it
Go `head and risk it yeah that`s you in a nice coffin so
You write war get sickened off this tip
To rip all kids to split you all with
Think rocket ships yeah some slip and fall shit
You`re parents had 4 daughters I`m stickin` ya` forces shit
Itchin` for more I`m a let the Hyst finish you
i`m backstabbin` but I`m really stickin` knives into you
I get like chemicals and burn type lyricals
The herb type critical your words like pitiful
You murder me I think not you might die tryin`
With those weak plots bad moves and time linin`
It`s 9`s to ya` mind bitch and Clowd`s where you be at
Lookin` down at me like damn I tried to defeat that
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Put your life on it
Man, you don`t want it – better
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Man, put your wife on it
Put your house up, go `head
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Y`all don`t like me
Y`all wanna hate me
I understand why critics ain`t ready to take me
[Yendi]
Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
Combustin` with flames instinct just look back
At this track like damn rap`s the only thing I`m good at
Ayo` I`m makin` this sick mind trap I find cats
Gettin` 2 blunt rappin` like regular dime sacks
I`m better than 9 gats knifes and big blades
You listen and didn`t know that I get hype this way
Strangled with nightsticks chains and ropes to ya` neck
Ya`ll ain`t try`na survive if you hope for the best
Put ya` chokin` to rest man I`m focused to death
I`m like smoke in ya` breath when I open ya` chest
I been over the best niggaz always below
With this track underground it`s makin` the streets glow
Take in the heat blow fire from this fist
With angel dust you still ain`t gettin` higher than this shit
I ride with the VI not claimin` the Crips and
It`s in my Culture son I must remain this sickenin`
Combustin` with flames instinct just look back
At this track like damn rap`s the only thing I`m good at
I would stack bodies up lumberjack niggaz
You should pack shotties up comin` back sicker
When I thunder - cats shiver I ain`t never callin` truces
I`d rather double split you and have you fallin` to deuces
