5 Elements Lyrics - Singles - Shyheim

Motherfuckin gp in the motherfuckin house 

With shorty shy 

[rubbabandz] 

Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stain 

Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain 

I bring drama to your earpiece, when I bust 

Raps niggaz collapse, in fact turn to slush 

It only takes a second to die 

It only takes a minute to get high 

The hoods that I run with really don't care 

Bustin at God with our pistols in the air 

[pop da brown hornet] 

No more loses, I'm bringin in da bosses 

You wanna get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses 

I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger 

I live day by day, but my mind set on the future 

Drunk with vexism, handin out bad desicions 

Got shit locked like state prisons 

Mc destroyer, bring it, I got somethin for ya 

When I'm red niggaz die from paranoia 

Sureshot, play yourself, get got, forget me not 

Or I'll be runnin shit in ya' spot 

Die hard, crackin shit, like ty cobb 

Keep it real, plus stay black, roll with a tight mob 

Forever high, I'm the type of guy to puff chocolate thai 

Then blow the smoke all in your eye 

You're blinded, the rap style I posess, you can't find it 

That's why you wanna constantly rewind it 

[down low reka] 

Yo, d. allah represent at sparkin mics like flint 

With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent 

Cash rules, no choice but bein top biller 

Have ya blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer 

You know I'm iller, than the caviar, with these rhythms 

That's acquired to break down immune systems 

In any battle i'm-a come in first 

With raw techniques that shock ya ear like a fuckin curse 

I like sex after ballentine triple x 

Understandin, I run through hoes like barry sanders 

Niggaz get lost in the land 

Reachin, it'll cost your hand, now ya sink in the sand 

[shyheim] 

I'm-a live shorty, word up, the shit ain't hard to tell 

I kill verses, just like, napsilnac to sperm cells 

My lifestyle, it didn't change, I'm still the same 

Nike sneakers, guess jeans and gold chains 

The rugged child be bringin drama to your system like drugs 

Live and direct, from new york like lugz 

Is it the ruckus you want, come and get that ass lynched 

You complain to throw, I play your jake with a twelve inch 

Kid, I be just fuckin in the cut, on some shaolin what 

Jiggy-june bust a nut 

[junelover] 

Who dares to test me, bring it to the cypher 

Niggaz you don't really wanna see the God hyper 

Active, make teachers run back for practice 

And tell they proteges, they can't fuck with the tactics 

So give me room, when I speaks with verbal knowledge 

You put your best man, even if he went to college 

With this mutation, I serve like a chef 

What do you know, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breath 

Got you gaspin from suffocation 

Then I leave without a clue nor an explanation 

It's the mister hip hop, b-boy, rap addict 

Static, you don't want, cause when I brings it, it get tragic 

Faggot, now put an h on your chest and handle 

Whatever comes at ya, best beleive i'ma gat ya 

Now move back from this jack, you can't touch it 

Cause if you do, you catch a buck 50 muggin 

I'm thuggish, with enough stamina to damage ya 

Crew, plus jerk em like a crooked ass manager 

Corrupt indeed, my mind is the backbone of evil 

Causin me to to hurt innocent people 

Niggaz playin hard rocks on the wrong block 

Thinkin it be you until I let the nine glock 

Pa-pop, my man shitted all in his pants 

It's the same old song and dance 

And I'm out motherfuckers!