3.Blazin' Mic's
T-Bone：
T-Ha Ha Ha We're Back, I'm about spit some that real lyrical
eloquence on ya'll right now let ya'll know how we blaze these
microphones out here on the west coast peep game pimpin'
I'm sweet like cinnamon, when I'm spittin' this lyrical venom.
Given rappers the blues like denim, when I'm killin' 'em, fillin
them with these syllables synonyms of adrenalin spillin' off a
spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin. Plus I'm
trying to reach the lives like Gilligan. Good God willin'
spiritual healin' no, stop the drug dealin' and killin'.Because
I'm feelin' like I'm ready to loose my mind, So many bullets be
flying and riders be dying, Gotta make a difference, for
instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions for lack of
wisdom. So I cut'em open and make incisions fill 'em with
spiritualism tell bout the one that's arisen how they can be
free in their spirits and have their sins forgiven by the one
that died on the cross, cause even while they were out there
drinkin' and smokin' he loved them even when they were lost so
listen to me and stop dissin' the G cause I got the remedy
dawg on how ya'll can be free c'mon
Chorus：
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
T-Bone：
Yeah I'm not a Jahova witness, but I witness for Jahova. Back in
the days the first to slang cane in the baking soda. But
now-a-days I'm like preaching the word like a drug dealer
slangin' holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the holy ghost
contact smoke gotcha trippin' off my rims, crushed ice and my
rope plus I'm gift with flows and wrist is frozen, I thought you
all knew dawg (WHAT？)I'm Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin'
with elite, that stand apart dawg anointed to bring the word to
the street, hanging entertaining the famous set you claim the
game of naming, unless I'm naming im naming Jesus on the throne
and reigning, paintin' a picture for G's banging of how the lord
can save them, train 'em like a Baltimore Raven engravin' the
name of Jesus across their heart cause its breakin', for Satin
is hatin' anticipatin' and hatin' and once their trapped there's
no escapin'
Chorus：
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
T-Bone：
Yeah, Uh I've been doin' this for 12 years, it aint easy ya'll.
To make hit records that are off the heezy ya'll. Especially
when them busters sippin' on that hater-aide, talkin' behind
your back and try to stop you on a day to day. I don't make
music for them playa hata's anyways this is for them killa's and
thugs sippin' on that alazaye, run-a-ways, and essay's locked
down in prison, (WHY THEM？) They ones that need the love
physician, and I know the perfect doctor ya'll that can heal you
when you answer to the alter call, he can fill all the emptiness
and void in your heart that's why I rhyme out of need and not
for love of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin'
so that when the rapture happens faces will be on the back of
milk cartons missin'
Chorus：
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now
Chase：
Ha Ha, and there you have it, Bone-e-Bone, Chase E. Dante, we
commin' we wont be stopped, cant stop, Hey boy ya did your
fizzle, ha ha we out
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