Lyrics I Bring the Spirits - Conejo

I Bring the Spirits

I Stay In The Cut
Making Felony Music
It’s Dark And It’s Bad
But The Neighborhood Choose It
Refuse It
And I’m Bound To Lose It
Cause This My Life
This The Way I Do’s It
I Rolls Up
To My Guilty Conscience
I Brain Storm Raps
While I Go Through A Sack
Of Yesca
I Work Hard Play Hard
I Know You Heard Of Me
Ese Where Ever You Are
I Been Around The Block
A Couple Of Times
It’s Brand New Bitches
Every Month On Mines
You Can’t Stop Me
Cause I’m Down For The Grind
Walking Out The Temazkal
Sacrificing For Mine
I Bring The Static
Right To Your Address
Some Say I’m Wrong
Scientifical Madness
The Atlas
Know My Sinister Tunes
Homie Ain’t No Holding Back
With This Criminal Crew
I Bring The Spirits
To The Table
They Say Who Calling?
It’s The Felony Label
Conejo
Is Conducting The Seance
It’s All Under Control
For The Moment No Chaos
The Spirits
All Are Here
And I’m A Make Em Move
Like A Puppeteer
Every Year
I Come Out The Victor
Crushing Muthafuckers
Like A Boa Constrictor
Hit The Floor
When I Kick In Doors
Cause This Fucken 211
Could Turn In To More
Here We Go
Your Pockets Under Construction
Take Your Money — Take Your Dope
And Leaving You Broke
The Red Carpet
When I Make An Appearance
Homie Top Floor Suite
Zone Out To The Beat
A Drum Of War
When I Get Lifted
It’s Nothing To A Harpy
Cause A Harpy Wicked
And This Is
A World Class Fix
Coming Straight From A Pedaso
Of Heroin Bitch
That’s An Onza
Oz.
Of Tar
Spellbound Enemigas
Ain’t Knowing My Car
So Who Killing Who?
When The Lyricist Fatal
This A Dedication
To All You Haters
Don’t Get Caught Up
In The Park Alone
Cause Fugitive G Rabbs
Put The Gat To Your Dome
I Bring The Spirits
To The Table
They Say Who Calling?
It’s The Felony Label
Conejo
Is Conducting The Seance
It’s All Under Control
For The Moment No Chaos