Menacing Looks

[Intro: Krondon] You already know what it is nigga, if you don't by now you should. Huh, probably never would. S.A.S. Strong Arm Steady gang nigga. Krondon Dizaline's my name. Bambu de Pistola. Aye [Scratch Hook samples King Tee 'The Coolest'] {​x2}​ "?" "And I come from L.A." "My rhymes are essential" "Master of the ceremony 24/7" "And I come from L.A." [Verse One: Krondon] Young boys hidden at ten Before the street lights ignite And leave 'em spread to the wind, the high life What makes a reverend sin? The back slider And hide, with sexy twins in the church choir Soul provider, in the CL Smooth True blue sailing on a ocean cruise Marriott, gourmet kicks Apple apricot the various You have not Business sharp as a swift sword, Camelot Hot as cayenne pepper, Porsche, the black top Horse emblems Piranha's pose polite, friends pretending To malfunction The alpha Annotated analog through word data Chemical break down, decoded my brain matter The reefer could never replace The memories I erase Get deeper [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: Bambu] Young man get in that house and tell the lookout There's something crazy out in the street, so bring a tool out Devils play in streets that carry the names of saints And angels as halos look like bandannas cover your face Yeah, the opportunity to shoot a house up Is right around the corner, hit the lights and light the house up Kids would rather Wii or PS3 or PSP And become numb to the gunshots all in the background They gon' make you a marine Check, nothing gon' really change Unemployment rate, real estate Government funding ain't nothing if money is moving from out of the state Strong Arm Steady gang, ready aim at city hall Soul Assassin style, who just grab pistols and can't brawl Kids get screwed up with the music I give 'em Rest in peace Eyedea, tell Dilla we all miss him Arms raised like Angela Dav', past and present tense And in the end I be licking blood off my fist like DJ Pen Many men would wish death upon me Ironically those men carry gold badges and terrorize my street You can find 'em in a board room plotting my end Pack a lunch motherfucker I was raised... [Scratch Hook]