Lyrics

Welcome to the Terror Dome Helping you breathe like a heavy dose of prednisone No matter the block that you reppin on You are now rocking with the most solid unbreakable stepping stone I'm still the brother of shady so who you flexin on I swear you niggas got it all twisted Until you find yourself inside of an uncomfortable position By the first of the month they gon be digging up your flesh and bone I'm so valid never seek validation no matter Where I'm stationed I'm greeted with salutations This is nothing but greatness Divine intervention breaking through to an atheist Cleaning souls doing maintenance I don't care to be amongst your favorites favorite It's real ugly when I clock niggas Flava Flavin I'm too godly to address hatred to false prophets You're a rest haven but to them I'm still Wes Craven I'll leave them more than mortified your homey's know the vibe The street sweeper will sweep the leg like it's Cobra Kai I'll leave the scene horrified without a 45 I'm in museums and google see I'm immortalized Here forever and started this in my early days Had to grind for it my old bitches couldn't stick to the script And thought I was nuts and now they all looking on with the squirrelly face They old news Mr. Ferley age don't be amazed I been a killer and I'm truly great The attitude of Jalen Rose in Bobby Hurley face Pay attention here you are now rockin with the truth It's been proven way before I hit the booth Way before I tore it down with Proof I was proving niggas wrong to all of my underdogs I salute Pay attention here you are now rockin with the truth It's been proven way before I hit the booth Way before I tore it down with Proof I was proving niggas wrong to all of my underdogs I salute I'll split you from your inner hater I'll put your plans on a ventilator They say I spazzed out on instigator I'm trying to live like a short guy on a fast break only ball and layup I got my wifey my daughter and got my son in here Build them a future I ain't focused on them wonder years Homies worry about they past fame looking lame While I'm hustling for my last name yo we ain't the same A lot of friendships expired and I don't need it And fightin father time will get you Apollo Creeded But I just father rhymes and give my worries to Jesus I got friends in high places you are now facing A king with no fear of any man Who is cool like Jerry Lewis but will still blast until the Jimmy Jam You hear me man I'm trying to go to Egypt see the sand, You throw a little green in the air like Peter Pan I took chances I took losses i whooped bosses I shook hands in a crooks office who looked awkward No doubt about it I'll diabolically crack your omelet leaving catastrophic results No cannatinic is potent enough to keep me calm I progress on And dissolve through all your facades I am just Von With no features a circle with no divas and no leeches No pill poppers no blabbermouths no slow leakers Just a real one with cold sneakers Relaxing in his crib like it's the four seasons last of the flohicans Pay attention here you are now rockin with the truth It's been proven way before I hit the booth Way before I tore it down with Proof I was proving niggas wrong to all of my underdogs I salute
Writer(s): Von Carlisle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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