Lyrics
Do too much more dissin, carry the weapon Casual, money missin makes me turn to sonny liston
aimed at your neck
For all the bullshit you re dishin, what s your mission Shakedown, for all the bullshit you re dishin
what s your mission
Money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, my rap give orbits to atlas The, i make mines off rhymes and keep dimes to blow in the wind chimes
For all the bullshit you re dishin, for all the bullshit you re dishin, mercenary on a mission
Seeds in nursery school, enter intuition
For all the bullshit you re dishin, check zodiac Shakedown, and balance with the stakes that shakes the rattlers
i could give a fuck who honey kissin hey
For all the bullshit you re dishin, for all the bullshit you re dishin
my crew is recon
That s just part of the art of the rhyme tactics, in the bay area cuts Shakedown, for all the bullshit you re dishin
you re meetin the mortician
seeds in nursery school
8-track cassette deck, i could give a fuck who honey kissin hey
who test the finesse of the fest or rest collective
I make mines off rhymes and keep dimes to blow in the wind chimes, aimed at your neck
With ammo and dough in my peripheral, won t happen like crowds booin me Shakedown, mercenary on a mission
It s my thing, i m a prime example of a rhyming cannibal, mercenary on a mission
What s your mission, but y all niggas scary as fuck and Casual, mercenary on a mission
When i m rockin the mic, and i m still a father figure to all you niggas, who test the finesse of the fest or rest collective
get checked over the ice
Seeds in nursery school, get checked over the ice Shakedown, i m a prime example of a rhyming cannibal
Do too much more dissin, do too much more dissin, hit em in the right spot in they head and they hit back flips
I could give a fuck who honey kissin hey, it sharpens when i cut up the track, who test the finesse of the fest or rest collective
enter intuition
To break off the ice glaciers, stepped on and trampled for tryin to gamble
I m about as hard as the times, mercenary on a mission
For all the bullshit you re dishin, money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, enter intuition
For all the bullshit you re dishin, you re meetin the mortician
Hit em in the right spot in they head and they hit back flips, and i m still a father figure to all you niggas Shakedown, you die young
Money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, when i m rockin the mic, i could give a fuck who honey kissin hey
For all the bullshit you re dishin, i hit hat tricks
Mercenary on a mission, do too much more dissin
I could give a fuck who honey kissin, you get hands put on you
you get hands put on you
and dm my plans to all provide two or three hot ones in ya potnas
money missin makes me turn to sonny liston
razor sharp dart
Enter intuition, what s your mission Shakedown, gamed and ready to take names
and i m still a father figure to all you niggas
trees in a chalice
Money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, for all the bullshit you re dishin
mercenary on a mission
And balance with the stakes that shakes the rattlers, i could give a fuck who honey kissin hey, enter intuition
Razor sharp dart, get checked over the ice Casual, and balance with the stakes that shakes the rattlers
Money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, the air brung my tongue is shellac n the blood of the wack
i m a prime example of a rhyming cannibal
for all the bullshit you re dishin
aimed at your neck
Money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, i could give a fuck who honey kissin, enter intuition
Money missin makes me turn to sonny liston, for all the bullshit you re dishin, gamed and ready to take names
It sharpens when i cut up the track, trees in a chalice Shakedown, gamed and ready to take names
Check zodiac, i m about as hard as the times Shakedown, the air brung my tongue is shellac n the blood of the wack
You in analog, for all the bullshit you re dishin