Lyrics Tenkkeys - SPARK MASTER TAPE

Tenkkeys

I’ve been gone only for a while
Now the whole fuckin' world, they’l be bitin' the style
Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck
Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up
Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up
That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck
We been a problem
Bout to haul ass, fuckin' at they dinner probably
Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody
Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will
starve and burn
When I hit up the clinic, they said I’m clinically finished
I say I’m just getting started, they say I must be retarded
They said I can’t live a minute shit I’ve been living for hours
I’ve been a menace a cop killin' villain never diminished the power
It’s Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets devour you
plastic rappers, empower the masked masses, the…
King Kong Gorilla the gold spitter
Dealin' the kkilla' of coke to all the dope dealers like…
Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck
Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up
Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up
That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck
We been a problem
Bout to haul ass, fuckin' at they dinner probably
Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody
Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will
starve and burn
Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up some shop
now
Other quarter that i got’ll hold the squad down, with a leader that’ll shoot
the whole block down
About a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new
apple phone
We ain’t been out of business we ain’t as bent out of shape
But we still like you mutherfukkers that’s making the cake
I’m a phantom in a phantom
Ghost rider kill them with the balance
Kilo of the coco boy named her Holly Valance
Run up on the game, forty four to keep them challenged
And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no traces
I been heated young, killer since the seed was sprung
We gon' need to see the coffin when man all this shit is done
I’m a dogmatic, stillmatic, real static
God have the ill habits, lord help him
Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck
Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up
Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up
That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck
We been a problem
Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably
Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody
Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will
starve and burn
If you can find me, you can try me
When you find me we start it
Riots we rock, riots we rock (Paper Platoon we mobbin')
Uhh, they askin' why we takin' it back
Cause the hood lined with coffins like a plane from Iraq
I paint a picture, but I paint with my raps
That’s why this AK-47 gonna' make me my stacks
I need a hundred fuckin' dollars
Hundred dollar bills, hundred, hundred dollar bills soup, soup’s on the table
like they coasters, you know how to find me