Team 6 lyrics

[Verse 1: Mykestro]
n*ggas say "Stro, you should try to enlighten the sites mo"
Analyzin' my vices, antagonizin' to tightrope
Pushin' past cabanas, look how the cycle of dykes grow
Disciples of my diligence, know the Heisman is Mykestro
Notoriety's heightened, that's why my vitals are spiked so
The lack of compromise in my kites, despite the advice bro
Post poltergeist, show no condolence, you die slow
Shall I go on with the motive-moldin', I might though
I'm all about them lines, like Frankie Lymon tonight yo
All that bullsh*t I'm too modernized in the mind for
Why would I coincide with the side show
Gemini, him and I Co-collide with your kind loc
Who else bars brolic as these?
This melodic esteem's more symbolic to theme
Kerosene in the comments while my competence gleams
Off the Doppler with the confidence, if pops would just feed
My seed, then I could profit off my Oxford degree
And the octaves, no recognizance, I've adopted the need
To lead the regime, how could being novice appease
How could it not be a nod what I bring
To the the table for a label
2Pacalypse, to topic-less teens
These provocative synopsizes, I process to please
No accomplice, just me, you know the moxy is mean
Step out boxster in my moccasins, they not as obscene, at mach speed
[Verse 2: Iceman]
Life seems great but all they see is the visual
Lord knows behind the scenes is more pivotal
So pay attention, you might catch the subliminals
The pain I exude through my mannerisms are critical
See I don't waste my time focusin' on what y'all done
My focus is makin' dope so potent it'll make your jaw numb
Rappers, I easily Steven Segal em
I'll leave em leakin' and crawlin' like a heater revolvin'
You bring diseases to the game, I've seen y'all peep through
So I dynamite patch the cracks that y'all seep through
Hit the button and detonate your whole mental state
I'm drivin' with the heavy foot and the homies are pedal weight
I said heavy foot, I said pedal weight
Cuz the weight from my foot's heavy enough to make the pedal break
You want your props? Aight, big deal
I toss you a grenade and run away and laugh cuz you think it ain't real
See lord knows what I go through
My little bro and nephew's eyes is where I see hope through
No amount of bad health can black out the vision I have for my crew, stadium's packed out
Hidden camera view of our avenue cuz you ain't got the glasses to peep what we plan to do
You witnessin' a blessin' in the makin'
It's our turn, the West is for the takin'
COB n*gga

[Verse 3: Julius Luciano]
Between gangstas and MCs, my camps the link
You n*ggas think we in court and pass judgement, but I'm outside of your gavel's reach
The words that I leak on the sheet become fruit that rappers eat, actually it's like apple ink
Speakin' of Apple Inc. that company gotta survive without Jobs like the ghetto that I grew up in in these Valley streets
From here to Athens, Greece, the game's in our clutches, the Shoes got a grip on the field, no attachin' cleats
I can prey on you rappers or send a gangster hitman
You got a G on your head like you play for the Packers
For only a thousand, a G on your head you play for the Packers
Lil' green on your head, again you play for the packers
I'm fly with it, I'm in the sky with it
Like Luke Skywalker flyin' solo, I'm so Han with it
If ever I lose a step and I'm behind with it
Then there's nothin' for me to catch up, yessir, I'm so Heinz with it
I'm movin' extra fast, I see the checkered flag
From now on you can address me as Gordon: Jeff or Flash
I'mma win this race, lord willin'
In this vehicle of life, I'm in the passenger side, the lord's wheelin'
I'm above y'all, my floor is your ceilin'
I'm gettin' underground dead presidents like corpse stealin'
I don't believe in luck, I'm no coin flipper
I'm smart, high IQ, I should join MENSA
[Verse 4: Kenny]
I chief sour in the wee hours, call that a night light
With a chick who's heads on another level like a head high
Paper planes, take us away, that's a night flight
Turn our eyes red from bright white, we'll catch the redeye
I'm dope as f*ck cuz even as a fetus I would rap to my mom's heart patterns as it was beatin'
Knew my future was the brightest cuz the plannin' was ingenious
And we didn't need a psychic, no, no one ever had to read it
I smile big cuz they can't dead the fact
That the very first United States Pres was black
John Hanson was actually the first leader of state
But they say George Washington, took our achievements away, but hey
(Our president is black) Got a black fo' fo, that's cool, but still I got a black fo' fo'
And I'm talkin' to any hater, let me run into you
I'll make shots jog across the sky and run in to you
We different, preach to your choir about the things you can't seem to acquire
But seek and desire, you washed up, so proceed to the dryer
I've been through Hell, had to leave through the fire
And came out in decent attire, un-singed, as sharp as the crease from my iron
Some of you old cats need to retire cuz your career's lyin' still like a thief and a liar
I'm live, your game is lifeless
Your talk is cheap, but my talk is priceless

[Verse 5: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero]
f*ck waitin', we bargin' in, move it or lose it
I spaz out with my money [?] or bloomin'
So if I push this weight in dope, move it or lose it
So you should abuse it, til this dude's rich as Scrooge McDuck
Quickly when I bust this heat, f*ck with me
Get a buck fifty or I'll grab a snug and buck fifty off and off him, toss him off in
Coffin, is what I should be doin', vomit's what I should be spewin'
Meds are what I should be chewin' It's Shoe Gang we here
Deal with us or make a deal with us
Like get skrill with us and we won't kill n*ggas (I want butter)
My gun won't jam if you tryin' to step like you hear a slow jam
f*ck your family tree, I'll choke your old man
I don't mean weed but I'll smoke your Grams
Once I buck a couple shells, they'll duck me, yell and tuck their tail
Cuz I'm tough as nails, you f*ckers frail, I can f*ckin' tell
You lose just like the definition of misplaced
I was made for the streets, just like mixtapes
f*ck increasin' the peace, I'm finna grab an extended mag and increase my piece killin' rate
Muhf*ckas
[Verse 6: Demetrius Capone]
We the new Death Row, you n*ggas ain't enough
Dirty cop flow, I'm a mix between Crooked and Kurupt
You n*ggas ain't what's up, that's what's up
I'm deer huntin', I'm after dough, after bucks
f*ck 'cain, I numb my pain with drug money
Blood bank, I fill my bank with blood money
We a motherf*ckin' quiet storm
Like makin' it rain with hush money, the change can't run from me
I'm gainin', I'm deadly, n*gga wanna test me?
n*gga feel testy? n*gga better test these testes
Hit a n*gga lefty, then I'm finna hit him with the Dezzy
Send a n*gga directly to Hell with Elvis Presley
Snow thing, jet ski, I ball so hard, I'm finna win an ESPY
Cocaine, Gretsky
Slick as ice, enemies know I'm gifted like the richest kids on Christmas
But I'm on Grinch sh*t when I rip this mic
You couldn't escape with an "S" and a cape
I spit liquid Kryptonite then it cryptically crystallize
I'm a rare case, I wave with a .38
Call that Hi and Bye like I bought air space
Run up on you barefaced, spray you like bear mace
If mean mugs then I should catch a staircase