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brad thomas - sneak attack lyrics

[intro]
outspoken got the flavor

[verse 1: roc]
yeah
screw an execution, this a verbal holocaust, all is lost
herb h-lla strong like i’m inhalin’ some car exhaust
throwin’ molotov c-cktails
y’all ain’t been dope since aol said “you’ve got mail”
young ginzo, puffin’ on some indo
take a couple hits and blow that ish up out the window
homie i been dope, dreams of coppin’ a benz-o
mercedes g-wagon, potent got my feet draggin’
so i’m dimebag tokin’ ’til my eyes half open
never payin’ no mind to any lie that’s spoken
there’s times i was hopin’ for somethin’ other than lint in my pocket
that’s why this music sick when i drop it
sellin’ so much heat you would think i was an arms dealer
visualize my own destiny, don’t need no palm reader
my soul darker than a fifth of that hen-dog
hits from the bong, peace to b-real and sen dog
p-ss the dutchie, miss me with them newports
mobbin’ through the bay, slappin’ mac dre and too short
hot commodity, follies can’t stop the odyssey
came to smash the game to pieces like i’m droppin’ pottery
top shotta, bun dem wit di hot wata
mess around, mi haffi bruck out like dem armed robber
they shun our stance when we fight, happens every weeknight
life’s a trail of tears, but i’m still tryna p-ss the peace pipe
k!ll the mic, you’d be hard pressed to find a better team
some of the few rappers who ain’t sippin’ on promethazine
yeah, we just betterin’ this art
never hesitant to rip compet-tors apart
w-ssup

[verse 2: brad thomas]
gettin’ stoney like a monolith
i’m captain falcon with the fire punches flyin’ straight to your esophagus
make him do a body flip and land into a donkey kick
i’m honestly the last dude your -ss would want a problem with
i’m slightly over-confident, lightin’ purple oxalis
so high i forgot i was an emcee and not a novelist
writin’ life stories and sh-t, i compile doc-ments
solidifyin’ dominance, amplifyin’ my audience
quit talkin’ sh-t or you’ll end up in the great abyss
i can cause a natural disaster when i raise a fist
i’m too ill, coughin’ up blood in my handkerchief
maybe i should try to scr-pe my lungs with a paper clip
i’m dangerous, you don’t wanna be alone with me
i’m a bit s-d-stic and i spit acidic poetry
simplistic inquisitions intermixed with instant coquetry
i’m blowin’ tree, and all my hoodies got specific potencies
i’m just another rap applicant
gettin this money, spendin’ some and i stack half of it
most of you f-gs average, creatin’ the formula like an alchemist
barterin’ with a basilisk, quarter pound for an amethyst
morale is lit, i’m takin bets and i’m stackin chips
make your move, i’ll let your -ss hang like a rack of ribs
gotta know i’m adamant, you can’t persuade a strategist
i have a task to change the way i live, i play the catalyst
i think the devil held my hand if you believe in that
and now his -ss is buried in the back where all my grief is at
a year in a facility, plottin’ on a sneak attack
i need my f-ckin’ fam, house, freedom, and my reefer back

[outro: k the muss]
sonora, ca
roc muzik, brad thomas, baron b, k the muss
k!ll the mic’s snapchattin’ yo’ wcw, blowin’ trees
mackin’ yo’ baby mamas, bein’ too ill
y’all straight trash boy, straight garbage
f-ck with the crew
norcal 209 baby

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