Cobra Clutch Lyrics - The Underachievers

[Intro] 

Alright we're gonna have a demonstration 

I've had a lot of cards and letters: why don't you all guess how this cobra clutch works 

Is it a sleeper hold? Is it a submission hold? 

Well, it's a little bit of both! 

If a guy gets into the hold, he either goes to sleep or he's a good boy and he gives up before he goes to sleep 

[Verse 1: AK The Savior] 

Seek, destroy, came down from the Heavens on an asteroid 

Acid void, falling down like ashes will I crash or soar 

Smack the the royal niggas, got the power but do nothing for you 

Hash and oils keep me less in nuisance when I'm 'bout the boil 

I can't say, I heal they souls like Dende 

When I speak they walk like Sensei 

Through they speak they talk no English 

If it ain't about gettin' my ends paid 

Got a mind of my own, y'all been slaves 

Got your girl and she don't got a man today 

She just jump for the dick like a holiday 

I be rockin' it but no apologies 

Niggas sleep, move quietly 

Soon enough they admire me 

Soon enough, get the Cobra Clutch 

My career erupt, leads to higher me 

Niggas at this, they should quit the rappin' 

Yeah I really like to blame society 

Kobe at this, niggas in the attic 

We could get it crackin' if you trying me 

Bitch I'm nothing what you used to 

Bring your aux, need a bluetooth 

Acting reckless, we might shoot you 

Main in colours, here's a blue's clue 

Elevated but I'm dangerous 

Nothing changed but the payment 

Niggas bang at the fame and 

Spending all that pay just to claim it 

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[Hook] 

Hear you speaking but bro 

What's the thesis 

Lately I've been dreaming 'bout these rappers 

How I'm gon' feast 'em, right amount of seasoning 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

Hear you speaking but bro 

What's the thesis 

Lately I've been dreaming 'bout these rappers 

How I'm gon' feast, right amount of seasoning 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

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[Verse 2: Solace] 

I be on my high horse 

I be on my God course 

Separate the don, dorks 

From the living live courts 

Laser eye like cyborg 

Wizard like I'm John Wall 

See the future, groundhog 

Smoking dope, reclined up 

My scream like Desiigner 

Student watch your conduct 

Giving niggas F for exposure like a higher up 

Get that resurrection class 

Give your soul to sign up 

Spliff rolled up with honour 

Smacking like E. Honda 

Me and my conspirers 

Secretely been plotting domination 

In this board of imitation, either die or dance with Satan 

And I got my new shoes, think they right for the occasion 

Got my crucifix, I hope it help in time of desperation 

God, body, reputation 

Check my winkie fast 

I'm the whole shabazz 

Nigga artificial similacs 

Silence the aristocrat 

Head of operation, Danny Ainge 

I ain't stopping till my niggas get them rings 

[Hook] 

Hear you speaking but bro 

What's the thesis 

Lately I've been dreaming 'bout these rappers 

How I'm gon' feast 'em, right amount of seasoning 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

Hear you speaking but bro 

What's the thesis 

Lately I've been dreaming 'bout these rappers 

How I'm gon' feast, right amount of seasoning 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em 

Tell 'em if we see 'em wouldn't wanna be 'em