Torture

Produced by: The Entreproducers [Intro] Torture motherfucker Yeah nigga You done fucked up now Shouldn't have did that Yo, Check [Verse 1] Aye yo I make work fun for a rap genius, the hip-hop einstein with mad reasons And answers I'm selling sickness, cancer See the rhymes and you cop the ill flow planter Take tokes of the smoke, your mind's bout to blow The room's gonna be spinnin' for some miles like a spoke A killer but never a villian with bullets that I spoke Gun smoke gun smoke, you're bout' you gonna comatose I'm dropping hot shit like acid when I'm blasting Thinking shit hot but you ? So there ain't no half steppin' in the streets cousin Don't act sweet you'll get bucked by the bees buzzin' Your chick leaving you cause' she got me coming If you fead her good you probably wouldn't be hungry Such a fool, homie you're a miserable clown And I'm the new, leader got you ringing around [Hook] x4 Torture, feel it when the flame torch ya Join the force or become an enemy when I floor ya [Verse 2] Got the low light coffins, caution These niggas levitating off the Nick that I'm sparkin' No talkin', give me the respect that I deserve for the skill When shit get real you get crushed like a skittle So pitiful I'm with my pitbulls, my pit full Leave you in a doggy bag never gave a shit so Yo bitch waggin' her tail, she want me to bone it She don't mean she got my nine chromosonin' Press the button as I warned, that's another bonus score So yo bitch right but my bone is hard Excuse my french, we in France Ran a transit on yo girl then transferred to next Off to another Pro can't fuck up the cypher If he do we fightin' like I'm Mike Tyson with writin' Know the pilot with the flys' can buy it, just provide it Know you bite it but you can never get the synchro on timin' [Hook] x4 Torture, feel it when the flame torch ya Join the force or become an enemy when I floor ya [Verse 3] Pass the L cause I do it so well Representin' Brooklyn, ain't no fairy tales I'm tellin' ya I'm known to strike out even if there's like ten of ya We that shit so ain't nobody really smellin' ya, no cellular Gotta catch me like a villain, sellin' records I'm wreckin' I reckoned you moved to this section, the buddah blessed It get me on my tempo, cause my temples expose tempos ten fold For yo metal, I'll blast you for yo mental Wanna shine, but them niggas use for yo ghetto I wasn't fed with a silver spoon either So if you try to take mines you gon' feel the ether I'm eager, more eagle wherever he go My mind is in the skies I don't really like people Look through the peephole, see the second sequel My bars gon' sound like CP4 [Hook] x 4 [Outro] Yeaaah niggas I done told you already Torture muthafucka' P.E., 47, R.I.P. Steelo Came back through, shine like a pro Cause we gold I dunno