Call Signs

Tell them young boys they ain't messin' with me Justice Niggas on TV, they hella fake It ain't nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do It ain't nothin' but a thang, it's the moment of truth Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) It ain't nothing but the real, you've got nothing to fear It ain't nothing but the real, but how many can hear? True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) [Verse 1: XienHow] They didn't think that I was ready for all that But I assure 'em and then they just fall back They ain't ready for the level I've gone bad There's lions, and tigers, and then there are small cats I'm headhuntin' for the head of the horsemen Can't nobody say that I did not warn them Cause I'm not in it for the money and fortune I'm only after who ain't paid for their portion [Verse 2: Paris] Now I blast and catch actors fast, I smash bastard's backs And snatch masks, the fake, they fall back Who could see me when I rough 'em up Stick 'em, I stuck 'em, snuff 'em Corrupting the quo status, tellin' 'em who the baddest True J-u st-ice, mack major Play the mix, faders flick, we raid, blitzin' Cold, but you ain't never seen it colder than, bolder than Put my mack down, soldierin', nigga, snap a photo then It ain't nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do It ain't nothin' but a thang, it's the moment of truth Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) It ain't nothing but the real, you've got nothing to fear It ain't nothing but the real, but how many can hear? True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) [Verse 3: XienHow] Now who could say that I do not handle business? When everything that I have started I finish? And I will do it just to say that I did this The government wants me quiet and timid They want me working that 9 to 5 So I ain't never gotta use my mind And they don't want me telling you what I find They wouldn't mind having me doing some time [Verse 4: Paris] Uh-oh, now there they go, we move in slow Blast fast, and mash, mathematics'll smash past The av-er-age plans of these off brand emperor No-clothes havin' ass hip-hop simpletons You in the presence of the general, ask 'em Who the coldest motherfucka on the microphone rappin'? P-dog in this bitch, never slippin' or switched Never missin', a prime hitter, get 'em, I get witcha It ain't nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do It ain't nothin' but a thang, it's the moment of truth Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) It ain't nothing but the real, you've got nothing to fear It ain't nothing but the real, but how many can hear? True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) [Verse 5: XienHow] In the fight for the battle for truth, we face all kinds There are warriors ready to answer Call Signs Now that they got us online They are saying my future's no longer all mine I don't think inside a small mind I envision a future that is beyond time I will hit all the hard lines I'ma take it straight to 'em to get 'em all eyes [Verse 6: Paris] I'm rough on 'em, like that, I cuss on 'em, like that I bust on them cats that make the rap that make us like that I fight back and write tracks that captivate with tight raps With kick drums that smack, complement the clap and high hats And ask 'em, stop and take a look at our condition Take time to listen, cause sedition is the mission Wishin' death upon my enemies, defendin’ the line It's a sin to me we finna be completely resigned, open up ya eyes [Verse 7: ?] What ya doin,' don't try to hold me back Tired holdin' back, I'm about to get my Glock And attack you, don't get in my way Cause it's a new millennium, it's a brand new day Got my niggas, fake ass niggas Here, we're done you all niggas How many times I pull to gun dem out? Why, why why why why why why why? It ain't nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do It ain't nothin' but a thang, it's the moment of truth Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) It ain't nothing but the real, you've got nothing to fear It ain't nothing but the real, but how many can hear? True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs) Why write it if you ain’t fuckin’ livin’ Justice Yo, we are now Stepping into Revolution XienHow Paris Evolution Of the mind