Twisted Black - Late Bloomer (Intro)

Is this it, Priest? The Pope's new army?
A few crusty bitches and a handful of rag-tags?
Now, now, Bill, you swore this was a battle between warriors
Not a bunch of Miss Nancies
So warriors is what I brought

Uh-huh
Yes, sir

I'm standin' at the scrap's line and I'm ready for war (war)
Twisted Black just stepped out the penitentiary door (door)
Waste no more, time for south to even the score (uh-huh)
Brought a couple cats with me more rough than before
Oh Allah, rain down the powers above
So lyrically, I can devour all these cowards and scrubs
That was standin' in my way to get the blessin's I deserve
My testimony is the truth of these lessons I reserve
When I was gone (uh), some niggas badmouthed my name
But then the big house is what it is and I was housin' game
Not a rep went by, they didn't hear Black flow
Niggas throwin' commissary at me off 3Row (show)
Spit that flow, young buck'll get that dough
Play Eminem and 50 Cent like they was tic-tac-toe (who?)
Respect they game but shoot one and check they frame
Make sure them cats is solid as the shit they claim, it's war in the streets

It's war in the streets
It's 'bout to be a lot of pain and misery, and niggas don't want sleep
Lots of breakin' and checkin' in this game we in
Bringin' a lot of chaos to this game of sin
It's war in the streets
It's 'bout to be a lot of pain and misery, and niggas don't want sleep
Lots of breakin' and checkin' in this game we in
Bringin' a lot of chaos to this game of sin

Written by:
Tommy Burns

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