Lyrics They Shootin - Clear Soul Forces

They Shootin

Yeah uh uh
Yeah uh uh
Yeah uh uh
I got rhymes, mimes, hundred dollar crimes
Police’ll wanna test me, so I educate the mind
My my, how minds die when heat rise
No 9−5's niggas got 9's and 45's
Why try none of my dogs got 9 lives
Getting hotter outside, heard that it’s raining' some felines
Take the piece up out ya like Apples from Steve Jobs
Even dangerous inside baby seen it on WiFi
Clear Soul taking over for the '99
Cheat codes for audio artillery got nine 9's
Use your mind as a weapon and blast rhymes
Then go back in time, bionic lines, Cable with the glowing eye
But the sticky gave me mind
Before I hit that 9 to 5
That got me zoning, zoning out
Conjuring up a paper route
This life like a battle, castles, horses in a joust
Guillotines and Queens yelling «Put it in your mouth!»
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
No matter what they sound
When they get hot, ye hear them loud
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
They shootin', they shootin'
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
No matter what they sound
When they get hot, ye hear them loud
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
They shootin', they shootin'
Comin' right to a city near you
4 niggas bustin' spittin' verses bananas that make yo favorite rapper poo poo
They shoot, we steady lookin', that’s that shit that feed the narrative
Evident, we witnessin' killings right through the internet
Straight to the head, no Chia pet dude
I’m photobombin' racist nigga who you pose a threat to?
Infatuated with the cut like my name is Suigetsu
So step respectful
Before the blade’ll sneeze up at dude
God bless you
When I step through the skeletons in my closet
Piled to the ceiling with rappers who smelled the chloroform on my kleenex
Bury me a genius with a criminal mind
Like Simon Phoenix swinging the Buster sword for Square Enix
Those great balls of fire, how flames
Soul glowin' on 68,
Mics gettin' blessings, receptions from Willie Beamen
Turn up your AC aye 'cause this the season
Yeah
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
No matter what they sound
When they get hot, ye hear them loud
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
They shootin', they shootin'
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
No matter what they sound
When they get hot, ye hear them loud
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
They shootin', they shootin'
me, I got a nose for culture vultures
Boxing with the gods, will dislocate your shoulder
This fire’ll end ya with ease like squeezin' Desert E’s
Snitch we Soul Calibur battlin' all our enemies
Speakin' of them not never mind
You lookin' at a clever-minded individual
No detrimental, elemental fool
Rapping ravishing Rick Rude
Local rhymer no drama
My llama just be like click boom
My niggas still the shit too
Make ya pop up like Senzu
That’s why I be duckin' 'cause niggas be bustin' for fuckin' views
Ooh, baby know that’s us
Got mine they can load that up
like a magic bum
you niggas won
I be the one, but I don’t ever get the credit
My mind levelin' small villages in the middle of sentences
Survivin' the wilderness of the internet, rap Gilgamesh
Slayin' the hype beasts with my mind free incentive
My superpowers started flarin' up quick
Ain’t been the same since Ilajide smoked the terrigen mist
Now bounce (bounce)
Just bounce (nigga bounce)
Just bounce (bounce)
Just bounce (nigga bounce)
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
No matter what they sound
When they get hot, ye hear them loud
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
They shootin', they shootin'
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
No matter what they sound
When they get hot, ye hear them loud
They shootin'
Baby better duck ye down
They shootin', they shootin'