Kane & Able - Basement Session Lyrics
Verse 1 (skandalous)Mother*****ers they wanna test mePull out the blunt nigga Ill wreck your shitIm out that window with my 44, another *****ing hitDont know who to trust with my shitIm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you *****ing withWho you stepping with, skandalous *****ing dangerous*****es brains I bust, feel the lust in God we trustNigga Im at your door, dont pray to God cause you done lost your graceBeen in this game for too long you bout to lose your faceI got the mind of a psycho ass ? ?As I take another hit on this shit nigga you deadNever ask forgiveness told the lord to give me graceYou talked some shit front your boys and as result you lost your faceBlood all over the place Im counting the *****ing bodies droppingI know my destiny cause I can hear the devil knockingI done sent body and soul to my eternal flames you best believeI numb them bodies and play my *****ing gameI sold my soul at an early ageAnd now my hearts releasing daemons in a rageMy eyes in a dazeEvertime I close my eyes to go to sleep I see the visions comingIs juices running when ya done inFear only make me curious, Ill never be afraidBut if you slip you pay your life here come the light now nigga theyDeadCrack scarfs for my *****ing gloryTalking shit up in my territoryAnother day another worlds sad storyVerse 2 (steph)Smoking blunt, smoke a nigga selling dope on the blockPop pop goes the glock I bring more nightmare than hitch*****Get ? ? when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hardIts your final call ***** Ill smoke you like menthol***** all you *****es Im putting you in them bodybagsTagging toes, nigga drive slowCreeping up out they indo scheming for they cheeseSlanging ozs and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatiguesFreeze your whole coalitionStrapped with ammunitionInfrareds digging ditches for chicken headsThis figure from head to toeLabeled as a jane doe, leaving bullets in your lexus doorBut ***** it Im through with the fairytalesCause when some shit jump off, all you murder on tape *****es gone bailWho gone prevail when I exhale on you small scaleLyrical laggers, wanna be chrome packersSpit the facts Im bout the lex and the acMy verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitatYou hoes aint *****ing with thatOr this, cause I piss on competitionAnd have all you hoes in submissionTrying to recondition your stiloLyrical ninoI sling rhymes like kilos>from here to puerto ricoOne other sequel from the infamous unseenScheming for the green smoking *****es and niggas like nicotineVerse 3 (mia x)Cause she up to schemesTired of chasing apple pie dreamsMint greens is all I fien for straight shit is all this ***** know50s this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than april showersFollowe by your second line of flowersI devour competition, causing complete submissionsCooks more dope in my kitchenTricking ass niggas be my victims when night fallsYall wants to floss but get set-up tied down and tossedBoss chick you dont want to see herYour ***** can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beatersMias right and left well known with the cloutTo wire your mouth, knock your grill outThats what this here be boutSo you can doubt what Im saying and run that lipOr get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shitToo much to deal withIm still a ***** that bes designer down stay scheming on the manAnd taking flights, torsoe taped full of contrabandsMy flow so grand it make the beats say damnShit jumps back makes you wanna hollerBut I sees nothing but dollarsFeminist powerMy lyrics knocking like a kl beatIt be that she-devil that below sea level ***** you cant see herNiggas and broads be trying to figure at 54How they still need a ladder to face this hoeFor sure, cause I be living for the dramaThe biggest mama flexing shutting down this mother*****ing basement sesionShop closed
