Lyrics Glide - U-God

Glide

Yeah, yo, yo, Inspectah Deck track
Break ya back, yo
A message of a wreckage
50 shell hot track leaking out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg boulders
Call shop of horrors, Lyric just smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, ?lugotan?
hurricane the holler
Daily operation, bullet train tingle farther
8 seconds a scar your style wild buccaneer
Round table revolvin' on ten musketeer
Think you, got all the riches
Think you poli with bitches
You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the glitches
The swiftness, hit the spots that are vital
Shake the ground decent, like 3 sticks of dyno
My administration deceive the population
Start the next generation by artificial insemination
Contaminate stations, for music in the making
Concentration camps, Assassinate for industry domination
Abomination, The Competition and confrontation you mistaken
I’m a nuclear warhead bomb invasion
Extermination of the next man, when the Germans blazing
We burn this for occasions, regardless I see your expiration
Perspiration you sweatin'
A cassette deck eject in your selection for air time
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a clear mind
A redesign?
of how I rhyme, and slang crack in my spare time
Crime Time
We rollin' with the undisputed, rootin tootin
21 gun salutin', new recruitin'
Wu-Tang, slang bang in unit
Put us in your cassette deck, yo, improvement
Smash and blast the shit, I’m doper than math
That makes you level through the devil
You never surpass
The stakes is hot, like bullet snatch pots
And hot twats
Fully operational hand held Glocks, mhm
The uncanny, vigilante panty man
Crook, took by the hook of the candy man
Look, now you caught up in the suction
Rap Tight and my appetite destruction
Today’s the day, the bomb gets dropped on America
Human civilization in concrete jungle concentration camps
Replacement amps blown, speaker abduction
The Mad weed seduction corruption
From the brain cells decreasing
Its sucker duck season, fuck treason
Blast if you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and exits your ass
Impregnate the math, then give birth to a newborn
Figure of speech drew form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses stages you perform on, dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the black high gate
The nine fade the hearts of men
Slip the cartridge in
Off the hook like telemarketing sales condone over the phone
Danger zone
Bozzy Capone alone, in a terrordome Stalone
With a great cannon, bones cerebral swollen
Straight both ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I spray the brain damage
Bring the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data, Scatter
Then a dark part where D and you used to play all day
The ray sound stung you, you kung fu check the cleaner
From fire line I gun you for fun
Dial 9−1-1
Someone tore down the tunnel son
1−2 Check your fronts
Captain Crunch, munch on you for lunch
You punchbag drunk, bald headed monk
Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of junk
Buffer and bump stop humping me
Ruff a scum sucking muthafucka
Ducking my shit just luckily
Other emcees made a big mistake
Fronting on the mic that’s truly great
What?
How you want it fried or baked
I place in right through the heart of a snake
Scrape at papes, take what we can take
Til the day we die, meet the pearly gates
Golden Arms going strong, I’m holding weight
Cause