They Shootin - Clear Soul Forces

Yeah uh uh

Yeah uh uh

Yeah uh uh

I got rhymes, mimes, hundred dollar crimes

Police’ll wanna test me, so I educate the mind

My my, how minds die when heat rise

No 9−5's niggas got 9's and 45's

Why try none of my dogs got 9 lives

Getting hotter outside, heard that it’s raining' some felines

Take the piece up out ya like Apples from Steve Jobs

Even dangerous inside baby seen it on WiFi

Clear Soul taking over for the '99

Cheat codes for audio artillery got nine 9's

Use your mind as a weapon and blast rhymes

Then go back in time, bionic lines, Cable with the glowing eye

But the sticky gave me mind

Before I hit that 9 to 5

That got me zoning, zoning out

Conjuring up a paper route

This life like a battle, castles, horses in a joust

Guillotines and Queens yelling «Put it in your mouth!»

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

No matter what they sound

When they get hot, ye hear them loud

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

They shootin', they shootin'

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

No matter what they sound

When they get hot, ye hear them loud

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

They shootin', they shootin'

Comin' right to a city near you

4 niggas bustin' spittin' verses bananas that make yo favorite rapper poo poo

They shoot, we steady lookin', that’s that shit that feed the narrative

Evident, we witnessin' killings right through the internet

Straight to the head, no Chia pet dude

I’m photobombin' racist nigga who you pose a threat to?

Infatuated with the cut like my name is Suigetsu

So step respectful

Before the blade’ll sneeze up at dude

God bless you

When I step through the skeletons in my closet

Piled to the ceiling with rappers who smelled the chloroform on my kleenex

Bury me a genius with a criminal mind

Like Simon Phoenix swinging the Buster sword for Square Enix

Those great balls of fire, how flames

Soul glowin' on 68,

Mics gettin' blessings, receptions from Willie Beamen

Turn up your AC aye 'cause this the season

Yeah

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

No matter what they sound

When they get hot, ye hear them loud

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

They shootin', they shootin'

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

No matter what they sound

When they get hot, ye hear them loud

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

They shootin', they shootin'

me, I got a nose for culture vultures

Boxing with the gods, will dislocate your shoulder

This fire’ll end ya with ease like squeezin' Desert E’s

Snitch we Soul Calibur battlin' all our enemies

Speakin' of them not never mind

You lookin' at a clever-minded individual

No detrimental, elemental fool

Rapping ravishing Rick Rude

Local rhymer no drama

My llama just be like click boom

My niggas still the shit too

Make ya pop up like Senzu

That’s why I be duckin' 'cause niggas be bustin' for fuckin' views

Ooh, baby know that’s us

Got mine they can load that up

like a magic bum

you niggas won

I be the one, but I don’t ever get the credit

My mind levelin' small villages in the middle of sentences

Survivin' the wilderness of the internet, rap Gilgamesh

Slayin' the hype beasts with my mind free incentive

My superpowers started flarin' up quick

Ain’t been the same since Ilajide smoked the terrigen mist

Now bounce (bounce)

Just bounce (nigga bounce)

Just bounce (bounce)

Just bounce (nigga bounce)

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

No matter what they sound

When they get hot, ye hear them loud

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

They shootin', they shootin'

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

No matter what they sound

When they get hot, ye hear them loud

They shootin'

Baby better duck ye down

They shootin', they shootin'