Chained Minds Lyrics - Casual

Some of the harder shit 

Peep this 

Niggaz get vexed whenever I step in 

Always wanna flex so I got a weapon 

Which protects me and mine 

Get too bold then you're seein' nine milli 

I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin' 

I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs 

To the party to reassure I'd be secure 

Really don't know why they beefin' for 

I leave teeth in the floor like fossils I toss flows 

Just to show you what the boss knows 

I got style to make men hostile 

I shall continue then you still lost while 

Challenging in physical combat 

Show me the ringleader and the Wiz'll go bomb that 

I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease 

They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear 

What they say I should and when a hood try to steal my goods 

Good, I wanna show him that dreads can fly 

Heads, I stood my ground as they surround 

Schemin' on the deep down but I defeat clowns 

With intellect then the next flex so I'm good to wreck 

Brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

This conflict is making John sick 

But men wanna fight over nothing 

Nonsense is common, and common sense is none 

Niggaz always wanna grab your fists and run 

I try to walk down MacArthur and talk ta 

Pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind 

And find the right one 

Dug in the bushes so I can get a tight one, it's fat 

I got it and now I need to be leavin' 

I believe men might get shady even if they know me 

Just because we flow, the oldie wants my dough 

We all know where he can go 

I'm not takin' no shorts from you and you ain't takin' shit from me 

I ain't no punk so I hit the G 

I'm throwin' one hitter quitters to trap 'em 

You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped 'em 

But nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool 

With me, but that don't mean that I won't bust a fool's lip 

Equipped be my adjectives cause I had to live long 

In slums where chums come at you wrong 

And try to get you for all your cent 

Unless you're not dipped you got your defenses on 

They plot for your dough 

You might catch a hot one, so be careful 

I be prepared for fools 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains 

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