Mouzone Brothas

[Verse 1: Fly Anakin] I been here before I'm unamused I expected more A regular I know its time for tour I tell em book me whore The white man done got me for bands slipped right between my hands Taxes what they call it well damn Well time for Uncle Sam Fuck you keep the bubble goose and tell em fit the noose With comfort if I jump from here I definitely need a route It’s me or you Us or Them Sooner them not your kin I am not your fucking friend You're very lost ? Before I walked I wasn't timid You know they tried to infiltrate ? on dinner dates With the gods ? Amassed another 8th for the safe Let’s say give or take You find yourself submerged in a lake say I made a mistake But you don't understand what it takes Said everything ? What's the case life made you pump the base Case closed shut your face bank rolls find your safe Trite hoes fix your face ain't no time for bein' late [Verse 2: $ilkMoney] Nothing more dangerous than a nigga with a library card Calvin Cambridge with Morris Chestnut playing and shooting guard Start a chapter of black nationalists like I'm Dub D Ford And still stuff the back of them Acuras and deliver D like my lord Oh Yes of course I'm in the tub like Rev Run with a black berry 6 feet get dug just for the hedge fund where the stacks buried It's been so long since a nigga been broke off so they back pay me My knowledge is selfless might get back for black slavery I open my eyes and freed my self for the trap caged me Then wrote these lines and soundtracks for my niggas and bitches BackPaging Wish I was taller so I could visit the gods from all black nations With my dick so hard if I fell from the skies I could crack pavements Put a bullet in Goliath and slap David Came through with the same exact cane that they killed Cain with Engaged with the game and started engaging in different engagements State to state just from statin our statements within these phrases How’d you get your skin so smooth Baby my momma taught me Tried to fuck a bitch I was ashamed of and my brother caught me Pulled up on twenty four inch rims like Steven Hawking I ain’t need it but when I'm way too weeded I keep from walking Bulldog turned to a Great Dane when they aim Who gon’ touch us Always in between some bread or the fridge like cold Smuckers Every nigga that came here with something gon' leave with nothing Just for stunting or get beat the fuck up with your own crutches It's such a shame what niggas do for some fame It's cold-covered the same niggas who hate on us cap zones from us Dirt on my name for applying pain nah nah controlled substance Your house the same then you gettin’ a visit from the Mouzone Brothers