Hum Drum - Terror Squad, Remy Ma, Prospect

Down…

The paint is peelin'

Now…

When the chips are down

Down…

You gotta lose all feelin

Now…

When the chips are down

Yea.

I gets it poppin everybody know what remy bout (bout)

Got niggas shocked like justin just pulled janets titty out (out)

Yea I spit it out (out) quick to put a nigga out (out)

The bullets larged in doctors can’t get 'em out (out)

You gets no love to me y’all dead bugs

My records don’t sell then I’mma sell drugs

From o’s to whole p’s

Grams to whole keys

No joke I got coke that’ll make ya nose bleed

Dope so potant and my fiends done od’d

For Three-Fifty a pop I’ll sell you a dro seed

You really don’t know me and thats the fun part

See my flows retarded but miss martin is dumb smart

And you iliterate you can’t even read the tele-prompter

I got niggas flying me weed in by helicopter

You look sad when I pass in this toy benz

You gon' be real mad when I bag ya boyfriend

Down…

The paint is peelin'

Now…

When the chips are down

Down…

You gotta lose all feelin'

Now…

When the chips are down

Down…

The paint is peelin'

Now…

When the chips are down

Down…

You gotta lose all feelin'

Now…

Your head goes round n round'

You can feel my pain like a drug You can light it with fire

And you can mix it with your blood if your tryna get higher

Another angel in a thugs body scarred and tired

Going to court got a luminati judgin' me biased

Shit I talk ain’t for everybody Walkin united

The way I walk its a challenge just to balance on wires

My old connect put me on Said he robbed the supplier

So I pieced him out with pity cause his ass was on fire

What goes around comes around holmes I ain’t lyin'

Thats why the scarrs on my face cause bad karma and violence

Just before a nigga wake I spend the night in silence

To give my nerves a little break before its back to the malace

I’d like to dedicate this rhyme to old emotional scars

Some nights I meditate hopin' Bring me closer to god

Tryna' regulate my time between the earth and the stars

Get my health back to determine whenI’mi curlin' them bars

Yo this the upcoming success Definition of prospect

Put ya money on me you get recognition and profits

On any condition I drops it

On a mission no listen to gossip

Whether splittin imposters

Sorta like a mobsters and my niggas I got ya

We all gon be eatin soon like italians with pasta

Smokin weed eatin curry chicken like the rastas

After that go to city Island and get the lobsters

Now can I get a witness lemme show y’all my visions

Never had a job but still take care all my business

No ged only diploma was my lyrics

I rhyme heavenly and let souls just off the appearance

And rap so I keep my dough stacks

Dont me go back and clap clap At yo do' matt like nigga hold that

Theres no feelings I’m feelin' cause when I’m feelin

I’m killin' the motherfucker right on his trip

Then killin' the villan what