Bram Stoker - Conejo

Check one two check one two

Can i get a round of applause

We bout to get low on this one

You see the power of my pen

Makes the gats go blam

And that’s where i come in

Feel me

You hear the echos

From the hitman boy

Chiefed out on the doja

Homie that’s quien soy

And its put

To the music dog

And i go hard

Leap like a frog

Psychic

With my style

With that back yard boogie

As my back up file

The rap game

Is my hostage

Got the keys to this shit

I’m the master locksmith

The talisman

Picked up in Hades

Coked out in the 80s

In a grey Mercedes

Still the coldest

A ferocious opponent

Mac 11 is on the prowl

He’s a potent poet

Dedicated

Premeditated

A technical flow

Sophisticated

Elevated

With the sacred stones

And its raining out there

On that Nina Simone

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

Bram Stoker Dracula

The Glock automatic

Is in my hand

SKM

Is no mans land

Cause the gang

Is in full effect

That’s a great fucking painting

Now come and check

No sleep

In the lab i am cooking

Cause i got the product

That got you so hooked

So i hustle

In the dark

The rock get pushed

In the park

Where they slash you

With the blade

Put you in the morgue

With a hand grenade

No delay

These are higher plains

Remain top dog

Both sides of the brain

What goes around

Will come around

Duck quick

Get hit with explosive rounds

A sound

That’s loud as fuck

After that come the war

An adrenaline rush

Lock and load

Its time to get savage

For them money piles

You got em i want em

With in 24

Them stacks getting flipped

Its turned up like that

G’rabbs g’rabbs

G’rabbs g’rabbs

Haha for real