***Am I in a mood OR WHAT - Military DRILL - Was listening to some old school Gorilla Voltage (Youtube it)... I might do a cover actually............not really into overt offense language though.. I know, the irony.. Who am I? RIGHT? LOL*** They counted us out at a rack ahead I came back holding the deed Sanctum Nihil planting that seed Dripping on my rocks, goddamn Iced out Stack it, let it shine, no lie, grind loud Frosted on the grid, recognized Street code in the blood, I don't compromise Grands on the table Racks on the floor Thou say purchased But I own the door Dough say bought But the ledger say free Oh, yea, no, for sure They just found out about me Blood wrote the bible that the preacher never cracked Bling on the altar, congregation starved in back Rack on the steeple, got a gavel, got a grin Guap on the pulpit, watching bread roll back in Loot never blinked when the doctrine hit the floor Scratch knew the hustle, dressed it up in holy war Bando got more gospel than the pulpit ever had Cheddar was the textbook that they prayed would drive us mad Ice don't melt for martyrs, rocks don't rack for saints Paper moving clean through the city of complaints Thou wrote the lease up on the air I had to breathe Voided out the moolah, sniff, sniff, now watch everything turn to their greed Dripping on my rocks, goddamn Iced out Stack it, let it shine, no lie, grind loud Frosted on the grid, recognized Street code in the blood, I don't compromise Grands on the table Racks on the floor Thou say purchased But I own the door Dough say bought But the ledger say free Oh, yea, no, for sure They just found out about me God bless the rack that the holy couldn't claim I baptized in grands, and I don't know shame Father, son, and ice out, trinity of drip Heaven had its chance; I let that membership lapse The damned are at the altar And I am taking up the collection Rocks don't ask permission when they land inside the crown Drip doesn't need a sermon when the steeple's coming down Bread ran the numbers on the scripture, found a gap Guap saw the margin; now the holy getting taxed Dinero on the corner, never needed saving grace Benjamins wrote the thesis that the seminary can't erase Loot lost the building when the tenants learned the deed Bling doesn't lie to the hungry, but the communion plate agreed Bando never promised what it couldn't put in hand Street code got more honor than the covenant ever planned Cheddar wrote the bible, left his name off every page Now the frosted and the fearless Taking up the stage. Dripping on my rocks, goddamn Iced out Stack it, let it shine, no lie, grind loud Frosted on the grid, recognized Street code in the blood, I don't compromise Grands on the table Racks on the floor Thou say purchased But I own the door Dough say bought But the ledger say free Oh, yea, no, for sure They just found out about me Oh, yea, no, for sure They just found out about me
