Vibes Cartel - Cappadonna, King Magnetic, Desert Eagle

You heard other raps before, but kept waitin'

A lot of niggas is hatin', these hoes is like Satan

I’m still debatin' whether I should build or destroy

What the Earth keep on shakin'

I’mma keep on makin'

Hit after hit be comin' out of the basement

There’s no replacement from a slew of great men

I’m about to break in

Damage every snake and Gin, you can’t win

I’m the truth, you a fake friend

Realness against falsehood, do it again

Get money, work hard, don’t become a victim

Mind your own sick wisdom

Study math, get your friend some

Never quit 'till you get done

God over fiction, this is my addiction

Anytime, homie, I’m about to spit somethin'

Traded crack for rap, and I’m a rich sucka

J3 murderous tracks, all day, facts

Through your mind, body and soul

Let it be told I ain’t nothin' to play around with

Baby, I get down quick

Ebony chicks love me for my heavenly kiss

I do it for the bricks, I let it off like a piss

Send in the stunt doubles

I have no time for the petty, little power struggles

No time to tussle

I epitomize the hustle, the struggle of the underground

Cynics and critics, I shut 'em up and shut 'em down

Schemin' and plottin', yet I keep 'em so aroused

When I come around

They say it’s business, never personal

Balance the scale, tell me what’s the worse of the two?

This industry’s unjust and corrupt

Huskey cut for a couple of bucks and a few busted nuts

Yet they keep insistin' in God they trust

It’s blasphemous, let the church say «amen»

Keep repentin' your sins

Say a few Hail Mary’s, turn around, and do it all again

Livin' a lie, he just tryin' to win, tryin' to win

Yeah, they call me the black boy, boy

No, it’s not a game, not playin' with no toys

Epitome of bangin', his set make no noise

My set sanctuary, you faggots folklore

A urban legend, a Mac is a blowtorch

Runnin' down the line, pack slammers of all sorts

Trappin' from the green, help fortin' the back porch

Let’s take him to the building to get these packs off

In war with the system that be lettin' these raps walk

Turn 'em into victims so the witnesses back off

The V82, better tell 'em that crack course

The view of the bully, better go tell 'em ask boss

A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off

Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg

A five time felon, get your kufi slapped off

Look, got 'em shook, this a doobie rap, dawg

Higher than ever before, tryin' these weapons I bought

Iron respectin' for all, I’m straight checkin' your hog

Without collectin' your charts, beatings with seconds apart

We dissectin' the vault while they be testin' the hog

No instrument, so-called

No cold incidents, no more

Po-po pinchin' us, inchin' us over the edge

Ship us over to FEDs, stiffin' over the breads

S.O.S., that shit’s beef

Turn and miss me

Turn 6 days into 6 weeks plus into 6 years

All that liquor and triggers turn into cold D’s and OG’s that sip beer

Timin' a vic here, the climate is cold enough

And I’mma throw it up if she drivin' the pole up

Survivin' from growin' up and livin' off robberies

So if you don’t do the math then you learn trickonometry