Goonsville

[Verse 1: Blaq Poet] Blaq Poet Wilding with the usual suspectz I bust TECS, running with the goons and roughnecks I'm here to get it in, and take the shit again Not your regular rapper, rhyming and Ritalin I'm on the rampage every damn day No room for your bitch motherfuckers you can't stay 'fuck outta here, hit the ground running You no it ain't nuttin, I'm dumbin', dramas coming Maniac on the mic, psychopath, I go first, I go last Still rip shit in half (don't matter) I'm here to read forever, I ain't leavin' Hundred miles per hour, speeding, fire breathing I'm the monster under your bed Keep the light on, if you sleep on me you dead All the critics talk that I'm too mean Or maybe it's the way I hot spit a sixteen [Hook x2] This is Goonsville In the hood where my dudes spill If you don't already know then you soon will This is Goonsville Where them tools kill Another random body on the newsreel [Verse 2:] ?? star of the ghetto, so don't let the heart settle Start braking and pumping like a car pedal I pass more of them rocks than Carmello Looking like a filled up my bags with marshmallows Looking like i filled up the mag with D-Batteries Then automatically, i foresee tragedy And if you battle me peace to a Blaq Poet You get smacked, and if you listen to the track (know it) Better call your boys, fuck it call the Navy in Cause you faggots is softer than baby skin Fuck around, throw your body in the landfill So if my records don't sell then your grams will Gotta stand still, when i aim and shoot With that metal in my hand like I'm playing flute Get your hands up, i don't mean raise the roof Show me bunny ears son I'ma take your loot [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] Snowgoons and Suspectz were made to kill Our words'll get you cut off like Unpaid electric bills, my set has skills Better than i said before So when I'm in the hood i stay lower than my credit score I measure more, i keep my eyes wide open Forever in the war, on the front line smoking Gladiator in a Colosseum it's the honest way Live and die by the sword and i let the options weigh Stop and say, you know I'm gonna fight hard I got to war with my hands, ?giving/given/getting? punches like a time card And yes I rhyme bars like lifers in the night yard The product that i push get you wet like a life guard NFS, Blaq Poet, Goons on the beat Never rest for a moment, still stand on my feet, words of defeat Never this is our time, so i made my point like Chris Paul at the foul line [Hook x2]