Termanator & The Machine - Termanology, Conway

Look, the flow so raw you could snort this

Of course it’s Conway, it’s Porsches in the driveway of my fortress

Know you can’t afford this, so all my enemies turn into corpses

Hollow tips burning like torches

Broke his jaw with the impact of a horse kick

Had the youngin' chop his body up, he got nauseous

Flow gon' get me on the Forbes List

Until then I’m whippin' raw shit, whippin' 'til I get a sore wrist

Got my bitch in Dior shit and more shit

I sent on her trips, let her explore shit

She bring me raw bricks, this is God’s gift

I will smack dog shit outta your favorite artist

I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer or the smartest

But, I promise, bar for bar, I’m one of the hardest

This for them niggas eatin' Jack, Mac and tuna fish

Niggas that really do this shit, they say was my influences

Niggas that’s really shootin' shit, niggas that really move a brick

The way my buzz Disturbin' the Peace, that shit is Ludacris

I got shot and they thought I couldn’t do this shit

They hated on me but I’m from Buffalo, so I’m used to it

Don’t confuse me with one of these rap niggas, I clap niggas

I get a little time, I’ma do the shit

I spit the truest shit, nigga

Fuck you thought, nigga?

Word in the street, the boy’s lookin' for you

You ordered a beef then they gon' cook it for you

I’m from where the base head still cook with foil

And they send the mercenaries out lookin' for you

My clothes smellin' like the hallway 'cause I went through hell up in the

hallway

And all I seen was fiends off of Broadway

So, walkin' home, I took the long way

Even them chicks I treated the wrong way

They be sayin', «Yo, Term, I fuck wit' you the long way»

Contrary to what the law say, My candy concealed listenin' to that Conway

These rappers act real tough when the song play

But when it’s beef, they turn into the entree

Watch 'em all get extorted soon as the Don say

Some put up a fight, but in the end, they all pay

Had some weeks it was all great

On the run and all I could do was parlay

Shell casings where your mom’s stay

'Cause we just shot up the fuckin' block in broad day

A sip of 'Zay make 'em Cassius Clay

96 Niles influencin' the raps I say

Same hood I grew up in, that’s where I stayed

Trappin' out the Hyundai, Sapphire, Bombay

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