Spirits

[Verse 1] Veni Vidi Vici, Saw the game, conquered her and then I came The pain I bring is equal to that of Brock and the Rock I rock and I Don't stop, 187 the beats and not cops In my town the streets and blocks hot Niggas bein' hypnotic with the mouth can get you Hit with the knuckles like Dr Robotnik If they spiked leave a nigga bloody red, but I don't roll with The reds or the blues, I formed my own crew, not a gang but a unit We move as one and you'll be the next to get done son, we gonna run up As we enter and gain fame faster than an olympic sprinter, usain bolt On you assholes, time to get back to class hoes cuz you gonna get schooled Don't be fooled by some niggas cuz they don't really life that life, but I'm Bout it bout it so don't doubt it doubt it or I'll treat you like a Zombie in New Orleans and you can get left 4 dead 2 [Hook] This is lyricism, young nigga let the spirits in him B.I.G. and L, I do this rapping very well This ain't for the radio this for the mindframe Money, Cars and hoes, they all playin' mindgames [Verse 2] Yea I'm back bitches, the guy from verse one And you should like my music from hearing the first one I'mma keep it conventional with the flow now, and stop Commenting on the low down dirty leeches That spend all their time on the beaches A young philly nigga reppin' for his city And I'm just stressin' how nobody fuckin' wit me It took a while to hit me but like HIV the monsters In my head are coming to life, want kids and a wife And all that american dream rah rah, blah blah But I'm holding down the garrison like SP elementary On my next tape I'mma have something adventurey A new flow I might have to invent for me Like the bada$$, been waiting so long You can say DB is advent and he Spit so sick like he got the flu or somethin' Cold flow, keeps the river cooler pumping And the bass in ya car dumping Nigga don't make me be a bandit and Pull ya card like Gambit, guarantee you it'll be a trump card And I'm the shit, I'll bring it to your front yard, little bitch