Byron G - Step Brothers/Domo Genesis/The Whooliganz
Byron G
Byron G
I give a f**k who's who
I chef the same when
I'm preparing it
From bad kid to semi
Rich middle aged American
Rooted in my heritage
Wounded for the derelicts
The root of every evil
Is the truth of all appearances
I crack the sound but the
Beat is still a barrier
And every f**king inch of
Every street around this area
The Venice carry us up like dough rises
Rap transit all city no license
The city is beneath I
Watch it from a bird's eye
Brain dead two left they
Shot me in my third eye
Shot out my eye like a BB
Gun on Christmas day
Reach for pistols as I
Watch the f**kin' Pistons play
I set the tone with the
Writings on the wall
The city cleans it up like
We inviting them all
Evolution's all messed up
Now chop the middleman
Stab the messenger not the literal
I ran without a cause and was
The best before I knew sh*t
Before I took a cruise ship
Before I been to Houston
I ain't tying up loose
Ends I let them waiver
Pulling out these lavers and
Pounding out the pavement
Gone
I'm the lyrical gangsta
I be a young motherf**ker
Of the rap camp
Style symbolizes my nastiness
Like a tramp stamp
Wamp wamp where it's at
Fear fact just let them legends
Die and I'll inherit that
I'm fit for the carry weight
Of the world I carry on my back
With a fairer sack
Inquisitions to the mirror
Exactly what niggas fearing see
The future in it's clearest
It is I Doms dropping lyrical pipe bombs
Until an icon I choke your
Life like a python
I'm who the children look up probably
Got them doing kush ups
Super high call me Superfly
B**ch I'm Jimmy Snuka
Got you feeling like you
Took a hit of heroin
And that's for veterans the
Way I bury them embarrassing
You know better than puttin'
That fire near the kerosine
I said don't make me tell again
Like kids with speech impediments
They can't see where
My head is I'm ahead
Roll the credits roll the medics
Getting high till I feel I'm copacetic
I'm the lyrical gangsta
You I've been trying to keep
It silent my tendency to violence
The suit and tie be fading the
Truth about the shining
The sliding through the masses
Smiling eyes through glasses
My style been altercated all
The while to pile my cash in
But f**k that though I want
A ho that stay up late
My dirty bottom b**ch to f**k
With me until the wake
Mad illegal C R E A M ain't
No rules that's the dream
In regal swimming pools prepping
Tools for future schemes
Laying low and creeping it
Selling d**e and sleeping it
Wrap the dough up in a rope
Keep in what I'm sleeping in
Mattress fettucini life's
A flick and I'm Fellini
Pinky diamond rings above the
Rims of ice martinis
Trees throughout the day
Hour focused in a haze
We living life the most been
Comatosed all the way
The toast to hell that may
'Cause making bread legit's too real
So I'm folding on the stress of
Life to steal to catch a meal
I'm the lyrical gangsta