- Prodigal Sunn Procrastinators 歌詞
- Prodigal Sunn
- (Hook: J. Wellz)
Gun Hill, Bedstuy, Fort Greene, special teams
Yung Masta, P-Sunn, Freemurder
(Yung Masta)
Balance the opposite
Militant raps, make soldiers pop they clips
Heatin up Metropolis, rockin the whole populous
Aint no stoppin, mercenary droppin *****t like
Im on the shelf, you stand fear, cops is watchin *** **t
Imitator tried to copy this, download it to floppy disks
Those is poisonous, leave you twist, best to watch it, kid
I roll with many bald heads and dreaded
Mentality is war, havin *****z pitch like Andy Pettitte
And ready to set it; old dog in my pocket, dont set it
Me and my crew, we bustin through like Jerome Bettis
Yo, my name spell disaster, doc and only, Yung Masta
Comin at cha, with a fortified structure, I move faster
From Killa Bronx to Cali, Down South, and Worldwide
Futuristic design, watchin streets with third eye
Disrespect my family, and its boom bye bye
God think we on the rise, til we kiss the sky
(Chorus 2X: J. Wellz)
Procrastinators, my ***** , what the ***** you waitin on?
Stay on the move, stay hustlin, this the day is gone
(Freemurder)
Go ahead or play hard, but dont push me
One in head, a-long, dont play hookie
Bust lead in they yard, they wont look me
Right in the eye, Ray Charles can see you *****
No pain, ** ***, no gain
The mack have you dancin in line like Soul Train
I dont wanna rob you, that jewelry is plain
Thataint hood or fly, like Soul Plane
That aint good, should pop your own chain
The album went wood, should of copped your own shame
Now you hopin over trains, your car wont work
Your car wont work, your shorty givin head
In the car, on the curve, aww, youse a herb
Pa, thats my word, stay far from the birds
Crackin on wood, your broads gettin served
All in the face, just markin my turf
Spittin ya cake, bored, lettin those hoes amp you
Now watch em play boy, like the porno channel
(Hook)
(Prodigal Sunn)
First of all dont discuss em, trust em
Yeah, Im good, where Im at
Empty on tracks, SMPTE the ratch, rock a few hats
New plaques, its stacked, I keep pu*****n the game, hold me back
Watch the game grow old, folks sellin they soul
Greatest story ever told, about the champ who rose
Nice on his toes, precise with his flows and hoes
Never in it from the beginning, cats keep sinning
Slugs keep spinning, slap a thug, mugged from grinning
Imma stay winning, love women, like blood in my veins
Rep my name, any terrain, Sunzini the flame
Raised up, in the lions den, warrin with men
Trapped and sent gas and wheezing for oxygen
Visual toxin, the story of the hood rotten
We came a long ways, from pickin cotton, takin hot ones
Ridin shotgun, Return of the Prodigal Sunn
Long awaited, carefully created, second to none
(Chorus 2X)
(Outro: J. Wellz)
J. Wellz...
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