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Team 6 Lyrics
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[Mykestro]
Niggas say 'Stro you should try enlighten the sites mo
Analyzin my vices, antagonizing the tightrope
Pushing past cabannas, look how the cycle of dykes grow
Disciples of my diligence know the heismen is Mykestro’s
Notoriety’s heightened, is why my vitals all spiked, so
Lack of compromise in my kites, despite the advice bro
Post-poltergeist, show no condolence, you die slow
Shall I go on with the motive molding? I might though
Im all about the lime, like Frankie Lymon tonight yo
All that bullshit, Im too modernized in the mind for
Why would I coincide with the sideshows
Gemini, him and I co-collide with your kind low
Who else bars’ brolic as these
This melodic esteem is most symbolic in theme
Kerosene'n comments, for my competence gleams
Off the Doppler with the confidence, if props would just feed
My seed, for knockin profit off my Oxford degree
In an octave, no recognance, I’ve adopted the need
To lead the regime, how could be a novice appease
How could it not be Vietnam that I bring
To the table for a label, 2pacalypse, 2 topicless teams
These provocative synopses are processed to please
No accomplice, just me, you know the moxie is mean
Step off the boxter in my moccasins, they not as obscene
At mach speed…What that SkillStillAppeal like nigga!

[Iceman]
(Life seems great!) but all they see is the visual
Lord Knows behind the scenes is more pivotal
So pay attention you might catch the subliminals
The pain I exude through my mannerisms are critical
See I dont waste my time on focusin on what yall done
My focus is makin dope so potent that it’ll make your jaw numb
Rappers, I easily Steven Segal em
I leave em leakin and crawlin like a heater revolvin
You bring diseases to the game, I seen yall peep through
So dynamite the patch to the cracks that yall seep through
Hit the button and detonate your whole mental state
I drivin with the heavy foot, and the homies all pedal weight
I said heavy foot, I said pedal weight
Cuz the weight from my foot is heavy enough to make the pedal break
You want your props, alright big deal
I’ll toss you a grenade and run away, and laugh cuz u think it aint real
See Lord Knows what I go through
My little bro and nephews eyes is where I see hope through
(Life seems great!) No amount of that ?? can blackout
The vision I have for my crew, stadiums packed out
Uh, hidden camera view of our avenue
Cuz you aint got the glasses to peep what we plan to do
You witnessin a blessin in the making
Its our turn, the West if for the taken
COB Nigga!

[Julius Luciano]
Between gangstas and MCs, my camps the link
You niggas think we in court and pass judgment
But im outside of your gavels reach
The words that I leak on the sheet
Become fruit that rappers eat, actually its like Apple Inc
Speaking of Apple Inc, that company gotta survive without Jobs
Like the ghettos that accrue up in these Cali streets
From here to Athens, Greece, the games in our clutches
The Shoes got a grip on the field, no attachin cleats
I can pray on you rappers or send a gangsta hitman
You got a G on your head, like you play for the Packers
For only a thousand, a G on your head, you play for the Packers
Lil green on your head – again – you play for the Packers
Im fly with it, im in the sky with it
Like Luke a Skywalk, I fly in Solo, Im so Han with it
If ever I lose a step, and Im behind with it
Then theres nothing for me to catch up (ketchup) yessa, Im so Heinz with it
Im movin extra fast, I see the checkers flash
From now on you can address me as Gordon, Jeff or Flash
Ima win the race, Lord willin
In this vehicle of life, Im in the passenger side, the Lord’s wheelin
Im above yall, my floor is your ceiling
Im getting underground dead presidents like corpse stealin
I don’t believe in luck, im no coin flippa
Im smart, hot IQ I should join MENSA

[Kenny Siegel]
I chief sour in the wee hours, caught at a nightlight
Which a chick whos head is another level like a headhigh
Paper planes take us away that’s a nightflight
Turn her eyes red from bright white we’ll catch a red eye
Im dope as fuck cuz even as a fetus
I was wrapped to my mom’s heart pattern and as it was beatin
Knew my future was the brightest cuz the planning was ingenious
And we didn’t need a psychic, don’t no one have to read it
I smile big cuz they cant dead the fact
That the very first united states prez was black
John Hansen was actually the first leader of state
But they stay George Washing-tons of our achievements away
But hey (our presidents black!) I got a black fo-fo
That’s cool but still I got a black fo-fo
And im talkin to any hater let me run into you
Ill make shots dart across the sky, and run into you
We different, preach to your choir
About the things you cant seem to acquire
But seek and desire, you washed up so proceed to the dryer
I been through hell, had to leap through the fire
And came out in decent attire
Unsinged and sharp as the crease from my iron
Some of you old cats need to retire
Cuz your career is lyin still (steal) like a thief and liar
Im lost, your game is lifeless
Your talk is cheap, but my talk is priceless

[Dice Dinero]
Fuck waitin we bargin in, move it or lose it
I spaz out with my money and ???
So if I push this weight and dope, move it, I lose it
So you should abuse it, til this dude is Scrooge
McDuck quickly when I bust this heat
Fuck with me, get a buck fifty
Or I grab a snub and then I buck fifty
Off hin – Off him
Toss him – Often
Coffin is what I should be doin
Vomits what I should be spewing
Mans are what I should be chewin
The Shoe GANG, we here, deal with us or make a deal with us
Like get scrill with us and we wotn kill niggas
[I wont butter] my gun wont jam
If you try and 2 step like you hear a slow jam
Fuck your family tree, ill choke your old man
I don’t mean weed, but ill smoke your grams
Was a buck a couple shells, duck and yell
And tucked it tell, cuz im tough as snails
You fuckers frail like you fucked a tail
You lose like the definition of misplaced
I was made for the streets, just like mixtapes
Fuck increasing the beef
Im finna grab an extended mag, and increase my piece killin rate
Motherfucka…

[Demetrius Capone]
(Okay Im reloaded!) We the new Death Row, you niggas aint enough
Dirty cop flow, Im a mix between Crooked and Kurupt
You niggas and whats up, that’s whats up
Im deer huntin, after doe, after bucks
Fuck ‘caine, I numb my pain with drug money
(Bloodbank!) I fill my bank with blood money
We the motherfuckin quiet storm
Like makin it rain with hush money
The change cant run from me
Im gainin, Im deadly
Nigga wana  test me, nigga feel testy?
Nigga better test these, testes
Hit a nigga, lefty then I finna hit him with a Desi
Send a nigga directly to hell with Elvis Presley
(Its no) Snow thang, jetski
I ball so hard, Im finna win a SP
Cocaine, Gretzsky
Slickest ice, enemies know Im gifted like
The richest kids on Christmas but on some ?? when rip this mic
You couldn’t SK with an S and a K
I spit liquid kryptonite then it cryptically crystallized
Ima rare case, I wave with a .38
Call it high and by(buy) like I bought airspace
Run upon you bare face, spray you like bear mace
If mean mugs could kill, then I should catch a staircase

post any corrections u find...and natural born killaz comin soon
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#2
In Luciano's verse ... I should join MENSA .. (High IQ organization) ..
Props tho !! Especially Myk's part lol !
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#3
thanks man
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#4
Hahaha, Jerm .. I posted Myk's verse on FB and he got back to me with the corrections .. LOL .. Here it is:
"Niggas say Stro you should try and lighten the sites( websites) mo
Analyzin my vice is antagonizing to tightrope
Pushing past cabannas, look how the cycle of dykes grow
Disciples of my diligence know the heisman is Mykestro’s
Notoriety’s heightened, is why my vitals are spiked so, the
Lack of compromise in my kites, despite the advice bro
Post-poltergeist, show no condolence, you die slow
Shall I go on with the motive molding? I might though
Im all about the lime, like Frankie Lymon tonight tho
All that bullshit, Im too modernized in the mind for
Why would i I coincide with the sideshows
Gemini, him and I co-collide with your kind yo
Who else bars’ brolic as these
This melodic esteem's more symbolic to theme,
Kerosene'n the comments while my competence gleams
Off the Doppler with the confidence, if props would just feed
My seed, the i could profit off my Oxford degree,
& the octaves, no recognance, I’ve adopted the need
To lead the regime, how could be a novice appease ??
How could it.. not vietnam what I bring
To the table for a label, 2pacalypse, 2 topicless teens
These provocative synopses that i process to please
No accomplice, just me, you know the moxy is mean
Step out the boxter in my moccasins, they not as obscene
At mach speed…What that SkillStillAppeal like nigga!"
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