Deyuel - The Way Of Cross (feat. FreeSpeech)

Lightwise, Da Cross, OG, Jamal
Coming for you all, uh, it's like that
This is not a joke so don't you dare laugh
We ready to blast anybody stepping in our path
It's the way of the cross, niggas chilling on the Ave
While we in the studio steady calculating math

You never see me spitting a rhyme to prove a point
But I spit a nine millimeter till I bruise my joints
Hold the throwback street sweeper without the kickstand
To knock a nigga off his feet for a hot second
Making a move without the team, that's a wrong step
Blast niggas in they chest with the Smith and West
For trying to test me, I never take a rest
I just aim for a certain section of they neck
And leave a infrared hickey, these niggas ain't feeling me
Dump bullets on sick mans because they enemy
Friends turn to enemy, there's too much envy
Everything that's in me, bust till I'm empty
Don't tempt me, shots will have your head moving side to side like a gypsy
Don't try to resist because it's too risky I hit too quickly, ain't nowhere to run
Cause we blowing up your city

This is not a joke so don't you dare laugh
Ready to blast anybody stepping in our path
It's the way of the cross, niggas chilling on the Ave
While we in the studio steady calculating math
This is not a joke so don't you dare laugh
Ready to blast anybody stepping in our path
It's the way of the cross, niggas chilling on the Ave
While we in the studio steady calculating math

It goes on and on and on and on
This shit never stops, the break of dawn cracks
The fall breeze make my mind freeze and contract
I'm strapped for final combat
Tap via satellite, we picking up a signal Don't be surprised by glowing lights in the sky
The last encounter has begun, it's time to take sides
The neutral's get smashed when the elements collide
You hear the battle cries of fallen troops close to death
What's left Tattered uniforms and soldiers with
Swords sticking out their head like a unicorn universal unabomber
A night of rusted armor, at night I rest my head with the dread of bad karma
Cause I know it's coming back, ten times the original attack
Live subliminal like criminal poets, quote my breath with each rep-etition

This is not a joke so don't you dare laugh
I'm ready to blast anybody stepping in our path
It's the way of the cross, niggas chilling on the Ave
While we in the studio, steady calculating math
This is not a joke so don't you dare laugh
Ready to blast anybody stepping in our path
It's the way of Da Cross, niggas chilling on the Ave
While we in the studio, steady calculating math nigga

OG, Jamal
Moving slowly will be your downfall
(What what)
Must don't know me
And OG, OG

Written by:
Deyuel Cooper, Ottis Gainer

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