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T-Bone:
T-Ha Ha Ha We’re Back, I’m about spit some that real lyrical eloquence on ya’ll right now let ya’ll know how we blaze these microphones out here on the west coast peep game pimpin’
I’m sweet like cinnamon, when I’m spittin’ this lyrical venom. Given rappers the blues like denim, when I’m killin’ ‘em, fillin them with these syllables synonyms of adrenalin spillin’ off a spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin. Plus I’m trying to reach the lives like Gilligan. Good God willin’ spiritual healin’ no, stop the drug dealin’ and killin’.Because I’m feelin’ like I’m ready to loose my mind, So many bullets be flying and riders be dying, Gotta make a difference, for instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions for lack of wisdom. So I cut’em open and make incisions fill ‘em with spiritualism tell bout the one that’s arisen how they can be free in their spirits and have their sins forgiven by the one that died on the cross, cause even while they were out there drinkin’ and smokin’ he loved them even when they were lost so listen to me and stop dissin’ the “G” cause I got the remedy dawg on how ya’ll can be free c’mon
Chorus:
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
T-Bone:
Yeah I’m not a Jahova witness, but I witness for Jahova. Back in the days the first to slang cane in the baking soda. But now-a-days I’m like preaching the word like a drug dealer slangin’ holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the holy ghost contact smoke gotcha trippin’ off my rims, crushed ice and my rope plus I’m gift with flows and wrist is frozen, I thought you all knew dawg (WHAT?)I’m Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin’ with elite, that stand apart dawg anointed to bring the word to the street, hanging entertaining the famous set you claim the game of naming, unless I’m naming im naming Jesus on the throne and reigning, paintin’ a picture for G’s banging of how the lord can save them, train ‘em like a Baltimore Raven engravin’ the name of Jesus across their heart cause its breakin’, for Satin is hatin’ anticipatin’ and hatin’ and once their trapped there’s no escapin’
Chorus:
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
T-Bone:
Yeah, Uh I’ve been doin’ this for 12 years, it aint easy ya’ll. To make hit records that are off the heezy ya’ll. Especially when them busters sippin’ on that hater-aide, talkin’ behind your back and try to stop you on a day to day. I don’t make music for them playa hata’s anyways this is for them killa’s and thugs sippin’ on that alazaye, run-a-ways, and essay’s locked down in prison, (WHY THEM?) They ones that need the love physician, and I know the perfect doctor ya’ll that can heal you when you answer to the alter call, he can fill all the emptiness and void in your heart that’s why I rhyme out of need and not for love of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin’ so that when the rapture happens faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin’
Chorus:
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
Chase:
Ha Ha, and there you have it, Bone-e-Bone, Chase E. Dante, we commin’ we wont be stopped, cant stop, Hey boy ya did your fizzle, ha ha we out…
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