Crushed

13 yeah yeah
Bring round the times of rapture
Burning pages - bible chapters
Turn empires to piles of ashes
While I silence the fires in the minds of Sri Lanka
Black wack house like alabaster
Casablanca Barack o-bars
I spit that coke, New God flow
Read fake stars going through my tarot cards
Came back from mars, back in charge
Back up, fuck a chiropractor
Best find your back up and dive in the background fast
Where we land it's shook
Spines get fractured
Right where lost boys get captain hooks
Don't get shit twisted, if I flip shit
Either way it'll be the same
Like symmetrical aerograms up inside Dan Browns books
Upside down, inside out
FOE's got a flow till he goes right now
Kill 'em with a pole, then I'm blowing it by the pound
How does it sound, when I come around, its all loud
When I go in, I go on a hunt
Got you feeling a certain way like a hug
Niggas be fiddling with their thumbs
Having nothing to do, but chat sitting on their bum
Ahh fuck that, grow, see me I'm on that heavy grind
Reaching goals and i make it mine
Now all of a sudden you want to get with mine
You ain't no friend of mine, like Kelly Price
So go away with that
Pigs better know I don't play with that
Fuck around you might get blazed to ash
33rd degree burns I'm a mason man, mason man

Yo yo yo mind your step
Fucking with the (fuh)
One wrong move Geronimo

Yo yo yo mind your step
Fucking with the (set)
One wrong move and that's your head

Yeah you get crushed boy
When it comes down to the crunch boy
Turn the whole scene into dust boy
Try and take me for a punk boy
That can't run boy

You get crushed boy
When it comes down to the crunch boy
Turn the whole scene into dust boy
Try and take me for a punk boy
That can't run boy

So understand
I was rapped but have it under wraps
Been this way since the son of man
Run around town just dropping math
So if you wanna bring, you better come prepared
See man like me don't succumb to fear
I ain't afraid to take a dare
Ill trapper get away so I'm changing gears
I gotta get me the bag, I'll run with it
Spitters slapping their gums, but fuck this shit
Sweep through the place and i dust it quick
Nip that bud, get crushed to bits
Rappers come and go but I'm stuck in it
Down to the tee, see me tucking in
Shit's in my genes I'm love with it
Tryna shut that down and i turn up quick

Like yo, wanna get familiar with FOE
Most of you spitters don't know, i be rapping with niggas up in the load
Spitting these lyrics and I reload
When I'm in the zone, everybody backing away like yo ho ho ho
Keeping everybody on their toes
Nobody want it with Rocky, no no
Funny how it goes
Man used to rush me on the sly
Now everybody rings me on my phone:

Where and how you been, How you keeping
I see you do your things, where we meeting?
I tell them fuck yourselves, I don't need you
And if you're blocking me that's something imma see to (you fools)

Yo yo yo mind your step
Fucking with the (fuh)
One wrong move Geronimo

Yo yo yo mind your step
Fucking with the (set)
One wrong move and that's your head

Yeah you get crushed boy
When it comes down to the crunch boy
Turn the whole scene into dust boy
Try and take me for a punk boy
That can't run boy

You get crushed boy
When it comes down to the crunch boy
Turn the whole scene into dust boy
Try and take me for a punk boy
That can't run boy