Lyrics Bram Stoker - Conejo

Bram Stoker

Check one two check one two
Can i get a round of applause
We bout to get low on this one
You see the power of my pen
Makes the gats go blam
And that’s where i come in
Feel me
You hear the echos
From the hitman boy
Chiefed out on the doja
Homie that’s quien soy
And its put
To the music dog
And i go hard
Leap like a frog
Psychic
With my style
With that back yard boogie
As my back up file
The rap game
Is my hostage
Got the keys to this shit
I’m the master locksmith
The talisman
Picked up in Hades
Coked out in the 80s
In a grey Mercedes
Still the coldest
A ferocious opponent
Mac 11 is on the prowl
He’s a potent poet
Dedicated
Premeditated
A technical flow
Sophisticated
Elevated
With the sacred stones
And its raining out there
On that Nina Simone
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
Bram Stoker Dracula
The Glock automatic
Is in my hand
SKM
Is no mans land
Cause the gang
Is in full effect
That’s a great fucking painting
Now come and check
No sleep
In the lab i am cooking
Cause i got the product
That got you so hooked
So i hustle
In the dark
The rock get pushed
In the park
Where they slash you
With the blade
Put you in the morgue
With a hand grenade
No delay
These are higher plains
Remain top dog
Both sides of the brain
What goes around
Will come around
Duck quick
Get hit with explosive rounds
A sound
That’s loud as fuck
After that come the war
An adrenaline rush
Lock and load
Its time to get savage
For them money piles
You got em i want em
With in 24
Them stacks getting flipped
Its turned up like that
G’rabbs g’rabbs
G’rabbs g’rabbs
Haha for real