Blazin' Mics
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[Verse 1]
I’m sweet like cinnamon, when I’m spittin’ this lyrical venom
Givin’ rappers the blues like denim when I’m killin’ ‘em
Fillin’ them with these syllables, synonyms of adrenaline
Spillin’ off a spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin
Plus I’m trying to reach their lives like Gilligan
God willin’, the spiritual healin’ no, stop the drug dealin’ and killin’
Because I’m feelin’ like I’m ready to lose my mind
So many bullets be flying and riders be dying
Gotta make a difference, for instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions
For lack of wisdom, so I cut ‘em open and make incisions
Fill ‘em with spiritualism, tell ‘em bout the one that’s arisen
How they can be free in their spirits and have their sins forgiven
By the one that died on the cross, ‘cause even while they were into all their drinkin’ and smokin’ he loved them even when they were lost
So listen to me and stop dissin’ the G
‘Cause I got the remedy dawg on how y’all can be free, c’mon …
[Chorus]
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Boneyard can’t be stopped now
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m not a Jehovah’s Witness, but I witness for Jehovah
Back in the days, the first to slang ‘caine in the baking soda
But now-a-days I’m like preaching the word
Like a drug dealer slangin’ holy rock on the curb
Eyes blurred off the holy ghost contact smoke
Got you trippin’ off my rims, crushed ice, and my rope
Plus I’m gift with flows and wrist is frozen
I thought you all knew dawg (WHAT?) I’m God’s Chosen
Highly favored standin’ with the elite
That stand-apart-dawg, anointed to bring the Word to the streets
Hanging and entertaining the famous, set you claim the game of naming
Unless I’m naming I’m naming Jesus on the throne and reigning
Paintin’ a picture for G’s banging of how the Lord can save them
Train ‘em like a Baltimore Raven engravin’ the name of Jesus across their heart ‘cause it’s breakin’
For Satan is hatin’, anticipatin’ and hatin’, and once they’re trapped there’s no escapin’
[Chorus]
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Boneyard can’t be stopped now
[Verse 3]
I’ve been doin’ this for 12 years, it ain’t easy y’all
To make hit records that are off the heezy y’all
Especially when them busters sippin’ on that haterade
Talkin’ behind your back and try to stop you on a day to day
I don’t make music for them playa haters anyways
This is for them killas and thugs sippin’ on that Alizé
Runaways and esés locked down in prison
(WHY THEM?) They ones in need of a physician
And I know the perfect doctor y’all
That can heal you when you answer to the altar call
He can fill all the emptiness and void in your heart
That’s why I rhyme out of a need and not for love of the art
So listen, my only mission is soul fishin’
So that when the rapture happens, faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin’
[Chorus]
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the west coast
Chase beats, Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Boneyard can’t be stopped now
(Repeat)
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