Make The Place Jump

[Intro: Sample] Our fellow countrymen are dying The very foundations of civilization are beginning to crumble Under the dread assault of that horror long feared [Verse 1: aHs] Look, when I step in the place the peeps bow down That's right hella loud, that's the way the crowd sound It's the Brown Bomber I'll vomit on your mama My body covered in body armor for the drama Body farmer, digging holes for politicians Me and Mr. Ophic' been dope since "On a Mission" And "Seven Scrolls" flows severe your skull Hip Hop crash dummies and we wrecking the show Yeah, straight up, I can't stand y'all beef Because my flows are spacey like your grandpa teeth The Olmecs, more than you're prepared for chief Your tighty-whitey career is going to end up brief On loose leaf I still paint pictures And spit sick scriptures quick with slick mixtures Next verse Mr. Ophicial going to rip it Because our words are worth more than photos and frame fixtures [Hook: aHs] Now throw your hands up like you just ate them Whack emcees man, don't you just hate them? Pass that bleach, I'll try to just fade them That don't work this track is going to frustrate them Because we going to make this music go bump A brand new hit that's just for your trunk And we going to give you just what you want Because I got the flows that make the place jump [Verse 2: Mr. Ophicial] Is you driving? Or are you riding shotgun? I ain't one to stop fun, but you been riding pop gum Look at yourself, you happy with what you see? Are you trying to do you or is you trying to do me? Scanning the sky, yeah, I'm searching for a sign but, all I see is lines I'm starting to feel confined, my mind is going places All of these new faces, they make a whole lot of these raps I seen a lot of this map, I did the section eight houses on wheels Houses in the middle of fields, developed the skills and dream big God bless the kid, with all the tools that I need just to make it in this Step into the void, the future is unseen, until it's visualized by me Visualized by me Step into the void, the future is unseen, until it's visualized by me I do me [Hook: aHs] [Verse 3: Geelah] Before I count to three, yall fear flee Four types of long shanks happen to thee Green, white, green, what I bleed my G Still running up and down Atlanta streets Living my dream scene by scene Coming up in the game, we gotta get the cream Respect the music, tatted in my mind Jungle and Ophicial, truly divine to this thing called rhyme Emcee's mind, twitch, I see you served in the time Make the place jump go bump, bump, bump Tuck the nines in, we just having some fun Sipping on Coke and chased by rum Flights Corporated better come get you some Nigga, run that back, hell yeah Flights Corporated better come get you some Jungle [Hook: aHs 2x]