[Teflon]
Steppin in here to spark another session
For my real bugged, street thug n***** that keep reppin
Teflon, rated do {sire?}, Firing Squad kingpin
The rough and rugged rap hemp supplier
Yo, some brothers probably say, "Who that n**** that rappin?
Is he dope for real, do he got skills, or is he slackin?"
True fans, you got the props, the rap novelist
Makin the hits, sounds pound, because I get down regardless
I'm heartless, enemies, get turned into memories
My energy so complex, they think there's ten of me (s***)
I'm the remedy for keep it real, rap in order
Some lack the format, to keep rap above the water
But I'ma keep the real s*** existin
I'm fixin to bring it back to put wack n***** on restriction
My diction, far from irrelevant, been reppin ever since
a young buck, leavin 'em dumbstruck, my element for real
f*** with only ill sickest n*****
Violate my squad son, not only Die Hard they die quicker
I'm breakin n***** like a switchboard, for real
I'm known for stealin shows, makin live n***** wanna switch
But one verse, sends dirt wind and fire through your entire empire
Makin higher level n***** retire
BLAYA! One shot to bust down the foes
And leave 'em bleedin 'til they bodies decompose
Strictly from the 'Ville
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What what what, n**** what, son turn it up
Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a f***
What what what, n**** what, son turn it up
Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a f***
[Teflon]
Step into the bloodshed zone, adjust your headphones, illegal activist
But Higher Learning what I practice when I leave your head blown
High rankin, not a studio gangsta rapper (gangsta rapper)
Thanks to Slappa and Bill, my lifestyle is fatter
What is it? Sacrifice my life, give it for my blood brothers
in the struggle, if I say it then I live it
Plus I got the real s***, fly s***, the ill s***
My s*** the s*** that thug n***** grow and die with
Authentic rapper with the raw-scented, s*** that get
your mind, mentally tormented, whenever I kick it
Full Metal Jacket heavy layer, player in this rap game
Blow in my hometown, I'm known like the mayor
But f*** that, Teflon is bombin n***** in the nine-six
But if I can't get rich then f*** it I'm strong-armin n*****!
Sing a tune on Dog Day's Afternoon
Finger f*** a trigger with love, and blow you to the moon
Ahh, my M.O.P. family program be deadly
Catch a**ault, battery charge, cause I'm for-Everready
Watch me, strictly army fatigues, f*** Versace
Give me a street-sweeper and I'll take on the m*********** n***s
Who can stop me when I'm on a roll, my patterns'll
knock Saturn off of balance when my talents unfold, n**** what?
[Chorus]
Steppin in here to spark another session
For my real bugged, street thug n***** that keep reppin
Teflon, rated do {sire?}, Firing Squad kingpin
The rough and rugged rap hemp supplier
Yo, some brothers probably say, "Who that n**** that rappin?
Is he dope for real, do he got skills, or is he slackin?"
True fans, you got the props, the rap novelist
Makin the hits, sounds pound, because I get down regardless
I'm heartless, enemies, get turned into memories
My energy so complex, they think there's ten of me (s***)
I'm the remedy for keep it real, rap in order
Some lack the format, to keep rap above the water
But I'ma keep the real s*** existin
I'm fixin to bring it back to put wack n***** on restriction
My diction, far from irrelevant, been reppin ever since
a young buck, leavin 'em dumbstruck, my element for real
f*** with only ill sickest n*****
Violate my squad son, not only Die Hard they die quicker
I'm breakin n***** like a switchboard, for real
I'm known for stealin shows, makin live n***** wanna switch
But one verse, sends dirt wind and fire through your entire empire
Makin higher level n***** retire
BLAYA! One shot to bust down the foes
And leave 'em bleedin 'til they bodies decompose
Strictly from the 'Ville
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What what what, n**** what, son turn it up
Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a f***
What what what, n**** what, son turn it up
Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a f***
[Teflon]
Step into the bloodshed zone, adjust your headphones, illegal activist
But Higher Learning what I practice when I leave your head blown
High rankin, not a studio gangsta rapper (gangsta rapper)
Thanks to Slappa and Bill, my lifestyle is fatter
What is it? Sacrifice my life, give it for my blood brothers
in the struggle, if I say it then I live it
Plus I got the real s***, fly s***, the ill s***
My s*** the s*** that thug n***** grow and die with
Authentic rapper with the raw-scented, s*** that get
your mind, mentally tormented, whenever I kick it
Full Metal Jacket heavy layer, player in this rap game
Blow in my hometown, I'm known like the mayor
But f*** that, Teflon is bombin n***** in the nine-six
But if I can't get rich then f*** it I'm strong-armin n*****!
Sing a tune on Dog Day's Afternoon
Finger f*** a trigger with love, and blow you to the moon
Ahh, my M.O.P. family program be deadly
Catch a**ault, battery charge, cause I'm for-Everready
Watch me, strictly army fatigues, f*** Versace
Give me a street-sweeper and I'll take on the m*********** n***s
Who can stop me when I'm on a roll, my patterns'll
knock Saturn off of balance when my talents unfold, n**** what?
[Chorus]