Exhale

[Intro: Bishop Nehru] Yeah, yeah. Fuck is up nigga? Suburban Shoguns out this bitch, nigga On some exhale shit. Fuck wrong with you niggas? Bout to take over this Hip-Hop shit Y'all niggas ain't Hip-Hop artists, y'all niggas is rappers Get that shit right. We out here, nigga [Verse 1: Que Hampton] Check it, crack flows cracked floors when I'm stepping on Your sound waves never heard it coming, nigga death did Shit you gotta respect it, the Shogun on the record Bound to chop the top off billboard slots The autopsy read his head is departed from the necklace, the lettuce So love Christ you get the message Godly with this shit, so refreshing to know I got the flow to do in a dude reckless Nigga sword to the stu' [Verse 2: Bishop Nehru] I'm battering lives with the pad n' the mic, bashin' the trife Flows make em' grab for a knife Before hoes thought he would go postal, now I'm killing em' global with all of these cold flows Niggas don't know How they gon' hate? They stay saying I'm cocky, niggas is not me, they back nigga don't jock me I kill em' no probably, got mad bills no Cosby, started mad autopsies, who the fuck is gon' stop me? [Verse 3: Que Hampton] Que and the ruder niggas you figure it get no iller if Iggy was with me the semi would surely hit ya The mind a lethal weapon, I wreck it with lethal seconds, I'm lethal with the nine so The breath will leave you at seven Can't stand at sixteen, goddamn I spit mean My flow slit wrists, hit arteries, just shit My jet stream don't let em' get steam, I mean bad business Show you what will happen in a casket, rap business [Verse 4: Bishop Nehru] Crossin' the seas in different seasons, leavin' beats in defeat when I'm speakin' People greeting a God cause I go harder, any track know I slaughter, could probably sleep with ya daughter I'll be on a-mission to straight riches, niggas ask to get on track, [?] Now I'm the cat that dissin', I'm a lion, niggas lying, they ain't beating this kitten [Verse 5: Que Hampton] Awe shit, I'm rapping mad ign'ant, the black cat bad luck, but attacking with the writtens Attacking all the kittens, they have to get their lickings Eat it up, and beat it up, keys will lock dreams for cream Drop-top beams, my themes drop top mean, she fiends for top speed Which means hot rod fiend, never drop keys or weed in my pocket And light it or spark it in the hearts that beats, beats, and beats the hardest [Verse 6: Bishop Nehru] Me n' Que Ham go Rambo, wheres the ammo, niggas ran home, we dismantle your mans hole Jock and handle, these grand flows, we hot as a candle, so know that the fans go demand mode No name drops, niggas not insane, they'll be all black like a gothic gang, got this game in a lock It's strange cause nauseous lames spit all this nonsense that still got this fame, it's a shame..