Back Of The Church Lyrics by Popa Wu

Back Of The Church Lyrics

    [intro: 5ft hyper snyper]
    Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won't have to scream
    Turn up my mic a little bit, so i won't have to scream, buddha
    Word, aight, yo, aight

    [5ft hyper snyper]
    All stand in attention, it's a spank in the nine
    Some of y'all niggas be "sometime"
    Sometime you bill, sometime you rhyme
    All the time, we break out the snake pit, make hits
    Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullshit
    Too complex, make it easy, elementary
    So we can teach these babies
    Crawl before you walk, think before you talk
    Don't mislead them, fall, ya bleedin
    Now take me to your leader
    Desention in the ranks, divide and conquer
    You should say thanks to your weed and liquor
    Cocaine and bitches, diamonds, big chains, more riches
    Shiny cars, ain't nuthin man made can reach these stars
    Get in where you fit in, who you be, who you are
    I be the fall dog, in the vanguard
    Conductor of the orchestra, universal soldier
    Zu ninja!

    [spiritual assassin]
    Thoughts controllin ya destiny and memory
    Floatin in cups of hennessey
    Logically it's like, niggas battle the bike
    So i rip mics tight, and vibe right
    We shine on each other till the climax
    On your best systems, i'm deep like addiction
    Whenever i'm co-mixin the slang
    Delta #1, comin with them joints that a spark up ya brain
    Now ya rhymes is inflicted from my circle of flame
    Peace now tame, run loose, at an individual
    I enter you, gun tent, consential, the hip hop sentinel
    Overdosin you, one of the chosen few
    New host to guide you across the east coast
    We held a few tight nights, but whose to pay the price
    Throw the dice, seein thru my father eyesights
    85 percent of the change of life, to jail
    I hate, the pain is great to exchange moments of ya fame
    Now when we came close, to hopin the pain is gone
    Momma said don't aim wrong, or you might blast me in the arm
    Son, my word is based on the strength or the strong
    That be the same one, now he got your life in his palm

    [manley musa]
    Yo relax in stools in bars, brawls
    85% gods, peep announcements
    Stick ya neck out, niggas give ya the antikiss
    Leave ya assed out and bone dry, like droughted pants
    My thoughts throw them in your collector's edition
    Cherish life on my 7 and a half mics
    It's precious like black dad's kids
    Valuable, natural like resources, symbolic
    200% fruit juices, yo the truth ran from the east
    Like musa from police, cronal leap over obstacles like a pair of rules
    Never step on x-men, while they shoes
    Who the fuck wanna sponsor a highway yo get yours
    Straight boulevard on the block, it's like a shoot out
    Some cook outs, charcoal niggas is hot on the grill
    I revail the ears, embrace with open arms
    Yo incase my rhyme put in a gold frame
    Praise my name and the niggas i run with
    World class, yo we're legends

    [k-blunt]
    Yo true like the terminator, i shoot and kill
    Mc, like space invaders, lyrical exterminator
    In this music, we call rap, sittin on my top cats
    Killin mice in the back, yo kill em, with the dog kills the cat
    Get ya scooby snack, that's the way you attack
    A hip hop track, like a predator
    Wild life, ready to fight and rock a mic
    Yo niggas is this, like tina's and ike's, smack
    Now we got it right, zu ninjas performin tonight
    On stage under the lights, rhymes tight
    Blow like crack in a pipe
    Fans addictive to the crossidation of christ

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