Lyrics The Impossible - C.L. Smooth

The Impossible

Uh, turn it up like this now
Uh, gets busy
Tear up the city
It’s that filthy
You talkin' bout a Black Heart, I set off the movement
Bet you my left hand, ain’t nothin' like me doin' it
Where is the air that’s not tainted and unpolluted?
See every order be followed and executed
Snap of the finger, and I could send for you
Can’t stand your attitude, then that’s the end for you
We play by my rules, and that can’t lose
It’s gon' take more than a killer to fill my shoes
It’s the top dog rep, the big boy step
Look around, ain’t too many of 'em like me left
You know, when the boss’s ill intention get thick
My answer stay short, and my strikes come quick
Mastermind behind the grind what makes a man like him tick
The crew I feed, the chick I pick
Boy, C.L.
is that next level, I got scores to settle
I let loose the rebel, deep in that heavy metal
Gets busy
Tear up the city
I’m that filthy