Hear ye, hear ye, and all that
you got something to prove
Play around, it be the bomb shelter,
For beats to make a loud bang,
get you blowin' out your shoes
Bustin' it, just a man on the mic,
The rap scene has hit home
like residents, dead presidents
The evidence to honor his streets,
I'm in the sweet, rhymin' on beats,
Motherfuckers dyin' to see,
And Naughty Ma's tryin' to breed,
They used to be me, refuse to repeat
With enough juice to close the carton
My mouth's dirtier than the South,
we supposed to have it or we goin' at it
Holy grudge, I was a pistol grip
these cats ain't ready for the bloodshed
I love attention like this snake
They drain my protein and all karma
be on tour like Arnold Palmer
my mouth's as quick as my hands is
the shit I write about is authentic
Yours is so tyrant and we
which way you gonna move?
you got something to prove?
Play around, it be the bombshell,
The beat can make a loud bang,
get you blown out your shoes
which way you gonna move?
you got something to prove?
You know it be the bombshell,
Fuck around, we make you front page news
So big, it's nothing new,
Ones and twos, my techniques,
I lose sleep for none of yous,
even Dumb and Dumber knew
They couldn't warn the feds,
about the horns on my head
Outta limits, born and bred, gone or dead
We givin' Faye enormous edge
like it's a game of Tekken 3
and a low life expectancy
shit hits the fan like Wesley
Yes, we aiming for the chest piece,
a picture of me posing a threat
make a gang cold and forget
Separate throat from neck,
Lampin' Lilo, until my group
you got somethin' to prove?
Play around and it be bombshelter,
With beats that make a loud bang,
hit you blowin' out your shoes
you got somethin' to prove?
You know it be the bombshell,
we'll make you front page news
You feel the hollows whizzin' past you
Lettin' all flame tip arrows
I'm rebellious like a soldier that
Chop the ears off my enemies
It's not a drill, real war with real ammo
and rub on some face camo
Airborne infantry that falls from the heavens
I buff -shine my combat boots, size 11
Stars press the fatigues for inspection
You're caught in crossfire,
going the wrong direction
which way you gonna move?
you got something to prove?
Playin' round, it be the bombshell,
With beats that make a loud bang,
get you blowin' out your shoes
which way you gonna move?
You know it be the bombshell,
Don't run now, all exits are blocked off
You are now trapped like the rats you are
Yo, what up motherfuckers?
from the Bombshelter logo
I'm running with Bombshelter