Lyrics Thunder Bells - Psycho Les, Royal Flush, Illa Ghee

Thunder Bells

Okay niggas knee jump
Alright niggas knee jump, look
Let’s go baby
I got my bars in jail cell
Keep action gun in my main pell
Three cars, two houses, moving this coke well
Locked up, I made bail, fuck it if they fail
See me in the Porsche same color as egg shell
Chains round the neck so you know we get hits well
Gotta smack niggas if I shoot em they gon tell, whoo
Got so many snow behind me it’s a honey trail
Can’t stand these niggas, they hug they body frail
bodies niggas about milk
First name Flush, middle nil, last kill
Still be on your block selling dimes like advil
Ya’ll niggas just took a plane to our field
Got your wife inside a teller just to get a nut
And I ain’t leaving the spot until they closing up
And I’m a be right back when they open up
When I write it’s like an armed robbery, heist I’m Neison
I spit like the paranormal poltergeist rolling dice
I rhyme like the Passion of Christ
Many are called but few are chosen
You and I cutting lines we’ll leave the face frozen
Had a lot o niggas that died but life goes on
Rhyme like the snipers right from the eiffel
Spit truth like I inhale pages of the bible
A grown man still gotta ride too
Cinematic fellow just like a Michael
Salute the G rep the street lead the ‘onomy
Rhyme like the
When I’m back like a planet getting hit with comic
I grind outside o your paradigm of logic
Psychotic, neurotic and they wonder how I paddle
It’s deep I do it in my sleep, that’s how I got it
Yow old school, new school, this tattoo school
And we don’t need the fucking approval
You get knocked out with the south border
Outlaw, I don’t smoke nothing grown outdoors
Puffing that shit that give you cottonmouth
You see the limo pulling up that’s me hopping out
With your bitch behind me one titty popping out
Queens in this business what’s popping now
All that tough talk kill all that
Before we rubbing your DNA off the wall with a Brillo pad
I’m the truth hook me up to a polygraph
These new niggas is sweeter than a telegram
That’s the bitch asking me where the molly at
This is our bodies and one percent body fat
Apple whole yeah we swimming in the butt —
Hold up, wait a minute
I’m the push star rapper
I try to snap your wrist off
Four fifth slapper poetry is a pitchfork
With each eye on the game, I’m like a pitbull
Looking like a V when I shoot, then I crisscross
Gold pistol on the porch
I’m like ice with hot sauce
I write with the hatch off
I give you that feeling that you just got topped off
Illa Gee tryna make the whole room pop off
New flow like night blues and bluray
Chemical imbalance come and drink the kool-aid, stop
Shorten your timeline and put you in your tomb stay
You stay anywhere motherfucker that’s where a goon play
It don’t matter I got your whole chapter
I rose from the ashes of brain waves and NASA
I got a million dollar reward for rap’s capture
You rap for the radio my rapture
Og this ya’ll want
This is what Hip-Hop been missing right
Oh now ya’ll should’ve paid attention
We still here baby
These radios and DJ’s don’t know what to play no more
All they do is listen to the fucking radio
Street music, street music
Psycho Les, Trag, what up Flush, Illa Gee
They so New York with it
They so New York with it