Off top I pop shots at marks on my lawn
Talk shit get remixed like songs from Mysonne
Everybody got a plan til they face meet my palm
Quotation from Michael Gerard Tyson
Bars coming up at you like, fully auto ammunition
Cut throats, looking to cut folk, like a knife in the kitchen
I dice'em up, but I be nice enough to make it quick
Light shit up, and I'm precise enough to make it stick
When it come down to the come down
Don't be talking 'bout it ain't fun now
Y'all know why you signed up, don't be crying when your homey gunned down
On block biz, ain't no caution you gots to let off shit
Ain't no mercy dealing with serpents who hostile and pop clips
Sixteen in a verse, or sixteen in a clip gone put your sick team in a hearse
I'm dick deep in your bitch I'll make your chick fiend for the squirt
Shoot jizm in her face and put my whole fist in her purse
Thief mode than I skirt
People think I must be devilish but I don't believe in the devil bitch
I only believe in the energy flowing on earth so kill all that devil shit
It's good folks and its busters
Those not to be trusted
Great women who embody queens
And hoes not to be f*cked with
That's facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
I said my bars be on Debo
I'm sharper than a needle
Hammer cocked, got that hammer lock like William Regal
This shit been in my DNA since the See-N-Say
Pistol drawn, running in your pockets like the TSA
Pat you down, for stacks I been known to back'em down
Your secret and my secret cuzz, ain't no yapping now
I move in silence like a mute, science pack the proof
Saying that the quiet got the most, violent attributes
Believe it, I'm Schizo with a suicidal rep
Take a breath, then I kick your grandma down a flight of steps
I digress, that money shit don't really make me happy
Flexing don't appeal, but yet and still, make it snappy
Cause bullets do add up
My shitty attitude, got me cocking back my shit like who the f*ck threw that up
Your jesus can't contain me and your devil don't control me
Motionopolis the one and only... Mother f*cker that's a fact
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
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Off top I pop shots at marks on my lawn
Talk shit get remixed like songs from Mysonne
Everybody got a plan til they face meet my palm
Quotation from Michael Gerard Tyson
Bars coming up at you like, fully auto ammunition
Cut throats, looking to cut folk, like a knife in the kitchen
I dice'em up, but I be nice enough to make it quick
Light shit up, and I'm precise enough to make it stick
When it come down to the come down
Don't be talking 'bout it ain't fun now
Y'all know why you signed up, don't be crying when your homey gunned down
On block biz, ain't no caution you gots to let off shit
Ain't no mercy dealing with serpents who hostile and pop clips
Sixteen in a verse, or sixteen in a clip gone put your sick team in a hearse
I'm dick deep in your bitch I'll make your chick fiend for the squirt
Shoot jizm in her face and put my whole fist in her purse
Thief mode than I skirt
People think I must be devilish but I don't believe in the devil bitch
I only believe in the energy flowing on earth so kill all that devil shit
It's good folks and its busters
Those not to be trusted
Great women who embody queens
And hoes not to be f*cked with
That's facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
I said my bars be on Debo
I'm sharper than a needle
Hammer cocked, got that hammer lock like William Regal
This shit been in my DNA since the See-N-Say
Pistol drawn, running in your pockets like the TSA
Pat you down, for stacks I been known to back'em down
Your secret and my secret cuzz, ain't no yapping now
I move in silence like a mute, science pack the proof
Saying that the quiet got the most, violent attributes
Believe it, I'm Schizo with a suicidal rep
Take a breath, then I kick your grandma down a flight of steps
I digress, that money shit don't really make me happy
Flexing don't appeal, but yet and still, make it snappy
Cause bullets do add up
My shitty attitude, got me cocking back my shit like who the f*ck threw that up
Your jesus can't contain me and your devil don't control me
Motionopolis the one and only... Mother f*cker that's a fact
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
Talk shit get remixed like songs from Mysonne
Everybody got a plan til they face meet my palm
Quotation from Michael Gerard Tyson
Bars coming up at you like, fully auto ammunition
Cut throats, looking to cut folk, like a knife in the kitchen
I dice'em up, but I be nice enough to make it quick
Light shit up, and I'm precise enough to make it stick
When it come down to the come down
Don't be talking 'bout it ain't fun now
Y'all know why you signed up, don't be crying when your homey gunned down
On block biz, ain't no caution you gots to let off shit
Ain't no mercy dealing with serpents who hostile and pop clips
Sixteen in a verse, or sixteen in a clip gone put your sick team in a hearse
I'm dick deep in your bitch I'll make your chick fiend for the squirt
Shoot jizm in her face and put my whole fist in her purse
Thief mode than I skirt
People think I must be devilish but I don't believe in the devil bitch
I only believe in the energy flowing on earth so kill all that devil shit
It's good folks and its busters
Those not to be trusted
Great women who embody queens
And hoes not to be f*cked with
That's facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
I said my bars be on Debo
I'm sharper than a needle
Hammer cocked, got that hammer lock like William Regal
This shit been in my DNA since the See-N-Say
Pistol drawn, running in your pockets like the TSA
Pat you down, for stacks I been known to back'em down
Your secret and my secret cuzz, ain't no yapping now
I move in silence like a mute, science pack the proof
Saying that the quiet got the most, violent attributes
Believe it, I'm Schizo with a suicidal rep
Take a breath, then I kick your grandma down a flight of steps
I digress, that money shit don't really make me happy
Flexing don't appeal, but yet and still, make it snappy
Cause bullets do add up
My shitty attitude, got me cocking back my shit like who the f*ck threw that up
Your jesus can't contain me and your devil don't control me
Motionopolis the one and only... Mother f*cker that's a fact
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
All I ever talk about is facts
All I ever sing about is facts
Do it everyday and that's a fact
I don't speculate I deal with facts
Writer: Benjamin Tafao
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