In The Name Of RLP

(Verse 1) Here the fuck we go again No matter what your thinking let this shit sink in A nigger with nothing to do Relaxing, Maxing Ascent Who you looking at fool? I just couldn’t hold my tongue Here it comes cool wisdom sung to the drum Last year I got it in gear now natas is here no fear my dear The train is coming so you better hop on Take a ride but don’t ride my dick to long Cause Lousy the groupie always gets dissed When you drink this in a second or less Yo, Ain’t no thing cause everybody guns As the world everybody learns that Real life ain’t no jokes y’all You know were coming when you smell the smoke y’all God damn a wicket man’s jam slams Heavy on your brain coming down like rain The fatal flow must flow once more I had to let it go watch out bellow there it goes As this shit is plane to see I did it all in the name of RLP (Hook) This is my song for you to meditate on (X4) (Verse 2) Is it funky enough or do I need more funk The wicked wicked bass bumps in yo trunk Here it is that old reel life shit Back to back I sing reel life hits Never will I switch Ima keep the devilish mode I bring the heat to burn them up but this shit is out cold Your women in my early days I sent niggers to early graves Don’t come at me with your no girly ways At a young age Mastamind was a mad man Now I’m madder, Now I’m seeing niggers scatter All over town punks try to put me down But they wish they was down all over mo town I hate to be a target of envy The devils in me so I’m unfriendly So many in the D don’t give me no R-E-S-P-E-C-T Now, The M-I-N-D’s got a tank shit I play for keeps just let me know cause niggers got beef I’m here to get it in gear But a new year the same shit folks fear to hear I’m a set then all straight with a natas LP All in the name of RLP (Hook) This is my song for you to meditate on (X4) (Verse 3) Pop this shit in, Equalize all bands From the soul I preach to ya, The laws of the land Natas is in the house to haunt it for you The black devil eshams in the house 2 The man in the moon is the man in your nightmares The devils in the house giving you a scare But don’t worry about a thing don’t scream Throw your hands in the air let the rapper man say Let me show your styles you never thought could be Non believers never thought it would be Jealous ho’s really don’t know me They only know of me from my poetry But I’m a with’s them you don’t know shit I need some more wicket shit to flow with me before I blow shit Witch suckers want some and need some of this God damn the wicket bass is thunderous Other than your dick make this thunder go boom They unholy didn’t do it there’s a ghost in the room And a niggers styles busting like caps in ya head This is reel life so I jump’s back’s on ya ass Y’all ain’t heard shit now that you heard this Witch pleasure it’s mastamind at your serves There it is in your face now you see I did it all in the name of RLP (Hook) This is my song for you to meditate on (X4)