Swat And Bloodhounds 1 ft. Godwon, Mtrill, DTruce, Pherowshuz, Big T & AQ Lyrics

[ti:08 Swat And Bloodhounds 1 ft. Godwon, Mtrill, DTruce, Pherowshuz, Big T & AQ]

Intro

I got the realest flow

And the realest fans

And I aint billing your mans

*** hands

Royal I want twenty kids, nine wives

You a bitch nigga

You pussy without the nine lives

You feline are weak can never talk man to man

Im chocolate man shit I got the same

***

Ive been in the streets now

Competitors give him a lyrical beat down

They call me a *** now

Better than ever they never compete now

Virtually insane boy jemerokwa

The flows like the bands

Shit is verified

See how I cover the town

Like a mud rain

You cant wash me home boy

Im a blood stain

Nice I master this

Supersized is hazardous

Make me say oh God Jesus Christ of Nazareth

I need a girl that stay come through pain

Cus you know my dick hang like ***

Making attempts to kill

This is no man slaughter

Im a man slaughter you niggas

And fucking ***

Your girl hating

Ask her to go ***

Line of girls waiting for me

To give a fuck later

Bye hater okay

Back to the subject

Im calibrating the standards

Of rulling on older subjects

Boss a nigga, pick up the ***

Before the cops come

No other dance league

No reason to run when the cops come

At the club sipping rum

Done with my bottle head back to the streets

To get my daily *** sums

Feeling cool like im condition in the air

Bring you’re A game that’s the condition

When im here

Uh

I go deep like i scuba dive

Stay dope underwater

Smoking up, call me sea weed

Hanging on to the game

Pressing al the right spots

So I never fall in love like the dead leaves

And haters take a french leave

You get it

They so scared they chicken out on announce

That’s a French leave

And take note ama knock you off track

If you getting in my beans all the time tryna add lips

On the streets im a beast, im a lion

Classify me with the stars boy oraion

I mean I merk these niggas without trying

They wacker than the movie producers of mount zion

From the creeks spitting fire like a war ship

See ive been making more points than a score sheet

A mic killer you can tell it with the voice voice

Spit dumb bars like the raps are freaking voiceless

So up yours if you under estimate me

I kill a rapper like murder was the case G

A spin a *** on a track, heavy on attack

And that’s *** I cut your belly to the back

Like a liberal I need ** skills

Cant ** my right clubs on my freaking tails

Ever said im wack hommie that na epic fail

Cus even if you plan

Ama kick a flow ***

I spit the holy grill

Because the bars come harder than a witness

With a boner that was stuck in jail

A real king see the ** form my heavy

Cus im bloody with the flow

Like a pear between my legs is what I said

Hear the space flow call a nigga ET

Streets is cold so these niggas steady packing heat

Omo you test me

I leave you buried

No knight house but trust wonberi

Hood boy with the swagga of a donimua

Rep last gidi let em know where im from

I broke the chains better free me from the norm

Ice spit knowledge while you niggas stay dumb

I got the best on the track

Rep the west never wack

Africa you can find it on the map

Dropping buddies like a nine

Yeah im steady in the mode

Its Big T I bring fire for the cold

Get the picture, no J peck

I go raw on the beat like fuck latex

Freestyle to infinity

I spit like the semi

Im local but your girl is feeling me

So many stars I need to align up what

I know what time it is

Hommie your times up

It’s a firing squad and haters are lined up

So even when I back down

Im blowing their spine up

You sound quack, you’re a sitting duck

Like ashawos on the plain

I still couldn’t give a flying fuck

Ha lyrical murderer microphone

Verbally killing any bee

Check my voice tone

So calm down relax a bit

Or dey there dey form shit like laxatives

Im keeping it real, saying shit like it is

Me and you aint blood

So its never relative

Shout out to all my south south niggas

No goal kick even though we ball out niggas

Believe my street cred so call out niggas

An album with strippers

And say we all out niggas

Ama leave you right where

You right there you stand

Every nightmare is quite clear

You new to this so watch me kill a mic near you

I dare you, try to walk in my shoes

And see what my *** you

Rap icon, rap Idol

I do what defines IQ

On my Steve jobs eye shit

Twenty to seven on my radius pie shit

That means I got two hours left

Take a clean shower then put power

In a twin towers

Yes, so why they ask me whats the true religion

I just wanna stack paper in my true religion

In my jeans, in my jeans

I don’t mean my trousers

Alcoholic knowledge

You can say im drunk on power

And you I cannot give a fuck about

You got a motorola flow

All you do is talk about em

All about killer tracks

Moving em like contrabands

So when I cock that killer cream

Ama call it slaughter house

It’s a **** impossible ****

We *** and turn tables

Cus we make *** like ***

Singing ini mini mo like dude we so incredible

Forgetting im an animal

Cannibal, ****

*****

E no concern me

Fucking *** concern me

Till the excitement, virgin I rip through your hymen

Ladies desire me, immortal rapper, resign me

*** yaba left is up on you

*** carry more machine guns like ***

We no bother yo

Ho yo bad man fir batter you

Yes I am a motherfucker

Im the man your mama do

My upper *** verses

*** like punch line

The only Nigerian MC good enough to flow big

When I release you lose peak like little C

We swats and bloodhounds put the clock down

*****

Iya iya ah ah iya (2x)

We swats and bloodhounds put the clock down

Ready to die for this kinda work

*** your designer shirts

Iya iya ah ah iya (2x)

Omo you never ready

Give me the juice or get ***

Omo you never ready

If you refuse you go lose

Omo you never ready

Na your bone we go chew

****

We no mean ***

Outro