Cul De Sac Lyrics

Cul de Sac

VERSE 1
Step into the cinema/ in-between your headphones but a visual art/ get the popcorn put the vinegar/ sit back, chew slow while I spit a bar/ Sam Beckett, I'm a legend of the iller gods/ laughin' at the fans of these bitter frauds/ don't understand what you sayin' pa, let alone figure you – pants that don't fit a brawd/ f*ck that man I role with a killer squad/ duck fast, finna blow when a trigger spark/ luck last for a while then you hit a loss/ longevity a friend to me I kill it all/ trust trash then you have to be in a morque/ puff pass, get cash when I bill a bong/ truck stash full of doe when I hit a bar/ Alcoholic I'm a hazard with the liquor dawg/ getting' me faded will only be takin me to a level that you wack muthaf*ckas can't handle/ I'll never be shaken, I'm deep in the makin' of street legend, damagin' the mic rap vandal/ crew real game spit/ switchin' it up call it an ill face lit/ boost a bar, you'll lose your brawd to food for thought, bitches are hungry for the meals we bring, get a doggy bag/ while a rapper catch a body bag/ I know you thinkin' “Yo, he probly mad”/ but wait ‘till I switch, you takin' a piss, my pen on the brink, I murder the ink until a nigga hollerin' that Gotti back

HOOK
It ain't no way
If you wanna get passed and advance, ask mans for a chance
It ain't no way
If the kat called Sam on the track and that ass don't spaz
It ain't no way
If the track on blast and the fans don't demand more play
Said it ain't no way
Cul de Sac
Better go that way
Papa's back

BRIDGE
I'm a soldier at war when I step in the door hear to kill the sobriety enemy
Say salute to the glass, we ain't lookin' for dash and we only got ice as artillery
Roger that, better clear the vicinity
Fire in the hole, got shooters in front of me Full metal jacket with juice in abundancy
Shot to the head my wig loose as dungaree

VERSE 2
This be where the zoozoo's at/ where they makin' all the new rules at/ call it juju rap/ Lyrical Tip with the new boom bap/ veteran but he a new school kat/ where the guru at/ check the future in the palm, who's that?/ nigga with the armed roulette/ and he's starved too bad/ big fish up in the boardroom laugh/ f*ck around and make the harpoon clap and its lunch time/ don't you f*ck around in rough times/ cos the hunger is a tough drive/ cos I've been instinctive when up in this business, my balls are the witness, I bust when I come and I trust mine/ trust my reflection, I trust god/ I'm him, so I have to be plush guy/ the clouds are my pen when I touch skies/ precipitate thoughts and I touch lives/ positive or negative/ to a detriment or benefit/ any level we ahead of it/ only reason why we been slept on cos the industry a vehicle for sedatives/ Yeah, so go ahead nigga sleep on/ yeah mami, damn shame you don't see more/ revolution won't be televised, it'll be set in time so we can snap shot.. and be gone

HOOK
It ain't no way
If you wanna get passed and advance, ask mans for a chance
It ain't no way
If the kat called Sam on the track and that ass don't spaz
It ain't no way
If the track on blast and the fans don't demand more play
Said it ain't no way
Cul de Sac
Better go that way
Papa's back

BRIDGE
I'm a soldier at war when I step in the door hear to kill the sobriety enemy
Say salute to the glass, we ain't lookin' for dash and we only got ice as artillery
Roger that, better clear the vicinity
Fire in the hole, got shooters in front of me
Full metal jacket with juice in abundancy
Shot to the head my wig loose as dungaree

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