Merry Go

[Produced by Khrysis] [Hook: HaLo] On my merry way from her merry go round Mary hold it down, best in the town On my merry way from her merry go round Mary hold it down, best in the town You deserve a crown, best in the town Queen of the sound, best in the town You deserve a noun, best in the town Queen of the sound, Mary hold it down You deserve a crown, queen of the sound Mary hold it down, on my merry way On my merry way from her merry go round Mary hold it down, best in the town [Verse 1: HaLo] My people like “word up”, my people like “word up” Shorties with they skirt up we kill it and shoot the hearse up Brothers like “act right”, brothers like “act right” Hit ‘em with that mag life flash light for the act right Live from the session, had to make ‘em guess huh? This is not a lecture, live from the sector Jam’ with the passion the heart reflect the fashion We could get our bash on, brass knuckles to bash on Here and there we takin’ it everywhere The room with heavy stares, your petty cares Now and then, here and there we takin’ it everywhere The room with heavy stares we piss on your petty cares [Hook] [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Put thought together like punches, build quotes, combine notes Every sentence properly cemented Asia like black spliffed it Young gifted with the gab as my brothers say Feng shui I lived the realm another day, it’s still real I await the thought it takes shape far from the mind Then design a rhyme that I bore into existence Simplistic, nothin’ complicated No set dated, long I waited, supreme clientele Pizza chit bang 4-5-6 and the dice You know my rhymes slice my mic cock his head shot My whiz hold a pretty Glock heads bob, beats knock Son, this is show shot, blow until your speakers pop [Hook] [Verse 3: Charlie Smarts] Ok, turnin’ on the stereo, murder at the Marigold Shootin’ at the stars, burnin’ at the burial 21 gun salute, punks uncomfortable What? What? Fuck the booth, rappin’ in the casket An underground nigga, shit, Shaq made a classic Nigga love the sound when the killin’s by a masta Me and my niggas livin’ already Supposed to be dead or in prison already Can’t see me like sous storm We do it up until anomalies is the new norm, learn somethin’ Slap a kid with a book light, turn somethin’ E’ryday and send him on his merry way [Hook]