lirik lagu the union (rap) - ibc
[channel live]
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
yeah!
chorus: channel live
yo, it’s the ibc
illegal broadcastin degrees
we fightin violent wars to the tip-top
we won’t stop, so f-ck the cops
why-o
[channel live]
you don’t see no turbins, so ain’t no need for me to gas you
you rhyme like you on the island with tattoo
gods eye view so in h-ll i cast you
your chance look slim like erykah badu
goin platinum if you only sell s-x, or convicted
players play games and let these mc’s rip it
this ain’t no simple rhymes for apollo kids that you spitted
and tell kiki shepard she can get the di-d-ck
my third eye sight, take strike like snake bites
with the power to change dark to daylight
rock the dirty -ss mic like them isrealites
and shine bright like har-ssin lights on turn-pikes
[benny boom]
rap soloist, speaks with a legal accomplise
kenetic energetic scripts that baffle scientists
bodily harm from the sh-t that i rip
i make a n-gga limp like sweet daddy burnin some ?
it’s benny boom, the reason for these earthquake shifts
comin harder than jim cliff, buckin shots at the sheriff
procise poetics, when punch drunk from cognac
with two twenty inch guns, stayin armed for combat
when i release, temperature slightly increase
the type of heat to put coolie high n-ggas to sleep
ragin bull, from takin two puffs and two pulls
droppin nastier sh-t than havin swine in your soul
[channel live]
mc’s is wack, annoyin like they name was p-dap
ain’t go the nerve to p-ss ’em, boogie, take your weave back
you get deceased at, hoes be located where you bleed at
i be seen, f-ck you up brotha, you best believe that
like a christian, hoes be hangin around like crusifiction
i’m not atlantic, star, tell your hoe stop wishin
your b-tch is stinkin, like she voted for richard nixon
you wanna know who’s f-ckin right, get the gl-ss to the wall and listen
too much lime green, got me blinkin from visine
n-ggas be claimin lyrics, but lack timing
drop like an sb, blow it up like galesby
i’m not a player but when it comes to gettin -ss, i wouldn’t sb
bless me, off to the wall, hope these fools don’t test me
fake gangstas always seem to take it short like joe pesci
we organize rhyme like a union, no confusion
that you don’t know why you f-ckin wit, and we ain’t prost-tution
chorus {2x}
[channel live] (benny boom)
why-o, why-o, we organized
why-o, why-yo, yo, yo
we organized with rhymes
(jersey and brooklyn)
this is a union, no confusion
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