Call Signs - XienHow, Paris

Niggas on TV, they hella fake

It ain’t nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do

It ain’t nothin' but a thang, it’s the moment of truth

Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth

We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

It ain’t nothing but the real, you’ve got nothing to fear

It ain’t nothing but the real, but how many can hear?

True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere

When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

They didn’t think that I was ready for all that

But I assure 'em and then they just fall back

They ain’t ready for the level I’ve gone bad

There’s lions, and tigers, and then there are small cats

I’m headhuntin' for the head of the horsemen

Can’t nobody say that I did not warn them

'Cause I’m not in it for the money and fortune

I’m only after who ain’t paid for their portion

Now I blast and catch actors fast, I smash bastard’s backs

And snatch masks, the fake, they fall back

Who could see me when I rough 'em up

Stick 'em, I stuck 'em, snuff 'em

Corrupting the quo status, tellin' 'em who the baddest

True J-u st-ice, mack major

Play the mix, faders flick, we raid, blitzin'

Cold, but you ain’t never seen it colder than, bolder than

Put my mack down, soldierin', nigga, snap a photo then

It ain’t nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do

It ain’t nothin' but a thang, it’s the moment of truth

Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth

We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

It ain’t nothing but the real, you’ve got nothing to fear

It ain’t nothing but the real, but how many can hear?

True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere

When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

Now who could say that I do not handle business?

When everything that I have started I finish?

And I will do it just to say that I did this

The government wants me quiet and timid

They want me working that 9 to 5

So I ain’t never gotta use my mind

And they don’t want me telling you what I find

They wouldn’t mind having me doing some time

Uh-oh, now there they go, we move in slow

Blast fast, and mash, mathematics’ll smash past

The av-er-age plans of these off brand emperor

No-clothes havin' ass hip-hop simpletons

You in the presence of the general, ask 'em

Who the coldest motherfucka on the microphone rappin'?

P-dog in this bitch, never slippin' or switched

Never missin', a prime hitter, get 'em, I get witcha

It ain’t nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do

It ain’t nothin' but a thang, it’s the moment of truth

Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth

We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

It ain’t nothing but the real, you’ve got nothing to fear

It ain’t nothing but the real, but how many can hear?

True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere

When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

In the fight for the battle for truth, we face all kinds

There are warriors ready to answer Call Signs

Now that they got us online

They are saying my future’s no longer all mine

I don’t think inside a small mind

I envision a future that is beyond time

I will hit all the hard lines

I’ma take it straight to 'em to get 'em all eyes

I’m rough on 'em, like that, I cuss on 'em, like that

I bust on them cats that make the rap that make us like that

I fight back and write tracks that captivate with tight raps

With kick drums that smack, complement the clap and high hats

And ask 'em, stop and take a look at our condition

Take time to listen, cause sedition is the mission

Wishin' death upon my enemies, defendin' the line

It’s a sin to me we finna be completely resigned, open up ya eyes

What ya doin,' don’t try to hold me back

Tired holdin' back, I’m about to get my Glock

And attack you, don’t get in my way

'Cause it’s a new millennium, it’s a brand new day

Got my niggas, fake ass niggas

Here, we’re done you all niggas

How many times I pull to gun dem out?

Why, why why why why why why why?

It ain’t nothin' but a thang for a soldier to do

It ain’t nothin' but a thang, it’s the moment of truth

Put the message in the slang to the street from the booth

We gon' hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

It ain’t nothing but the real, you’ve got nothing to fear

It ain’t nothing but the real, but how many can hear?

True Justice on the wheels, keep the feeling sincere

When we hit you with them Call Signs (hit you with them Call Signs)

Why write it if you ain’t fuckin' livin'

Justice

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