Lyrics Subliminal Criminal - Bushwick Bill

Subliminal Criminal - Bushwick Bill
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Date of issue: 10.07.1995
Song language: English

Subliminal Criminal

Doctor Wolfgang I heard you was a mastermind of crimes baby
and I’d like you to break it down for me and have a nigga know about the criminal aspects
and it’s subliminal criminal aspect of a brother’s life and all that
Man, nigga you need to get in, get out and get something
(I need some of that motherfunkin’dollarbill)
Nigga what, ain’t nobody given me no handouts (break it down for me)
Yeah I’ma tell you how it goes
It ain’t your average crime, ain’t fits one of mines
I tried to warn 'em at first but I’ve got to prove it this time
They call me ChuckWick, the 5th Ward, hard crippler
Niggaz think I’m the devil, bitches hail me like Hitler
But still, I’m real with these skills that I’ve mastered
Peeling your caps backwards while I’ve never been captured
So I’m physically and mentally relentless
I live for the killing, and Chuckie’s my accomplice
And me, I’m a psycho coma
Killer with the skills, releasin’these tales of drama
They fuck around and sell a million copies still
Motherfucking coppers wanna watch me chill
That lets me know I’m on they brain
so they never out of my range, cause I’m shootin’like Danny Ainge
Dumpin’two clips minimum, now I’m at your funeral
Should’ve never fucked with the subliminal criminal
It’s subliminal criminals at your door
The enemies didn’t know they had a loaded 4−4
And it’s cocked in this Glock each one is gon’drop
(and your wicked) just can’t be stopped
Well it’s Sherm, who dat comin up to the bath, as I rat-tat-tat-tat
Grab yo gat and watch your fucking back
This ain’t no ho-gang, bitches on the real
So you best to be packing your steel, or you bitch be getting killed
Jackin’and robberies ain’t nothin but hobbies
Seal your vest and check yourself and don’t be rolling by me sloppy
Cos I’ma jack you, fool I’ma get you
9 mill-a-meter spray hit you bitch and let ya split ya So knuckle down or motherfucker knuckle up
'Bout to get fucked all that Chucks
So don’t push your motherfucking luck
357, 9 mill-a-meter or the tec-9 will shine
If I see ya bitch pulling next to me I can be going for mine
Old-school motherfucker, but I’m only eighteen
Stepping hard for the scene in '95 you gon’see what I mean
Been in and out of hospital, stressing out my mental
So say what’s up to a subliminal criminal
Dr. Wolfgang Von Buschwicken The Barbarian Mother-funky Stay High Dollar
Billstir
is gonna break down what makes up a subliminal criminal
and why it’s a white-collar crime below the threshold
of conscious perception inadequeate to produce conscious awareness
criminal of involving or having the nature of a person
who has committed or beeing legally convicted guilty of a crime
It is shameful and disgraceful that you don’t know what time it is

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