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Culture VI - Put It lyrics
[Clowd9yne]
 A slight mishap ya'll ain't gon' like this track
 Spits I'm nice with that drip strike ya' back
 It's like I'm on a mission now all you punks dissin' Clowd
 I'll have you beat down and into it so bad you missin' out
 Sittin' down sippin' crown son ya' ass'll get throne off
 Listen how these cats sound suddenly so soft
 So fuck your critiques and enough what you speakin'
 Your dreams sayin' nothin' like you stuck in ya' sleep and
 Somethin' is creepin' I think it's catchin' on
 Comin' from any type of object next to ya'll
 And it's so contagious I ain't Kelly or Isley
 Son I'm inside the beast it's the belly where I sleep
 With these sick thoughts I might get brains out it
 Direction is not needed cuz it's always clouded
 When I'm poundin' ya' sound to the floor it just keeps them
 Weak emcees who try and make attempts to speak up
 Ya' best bet don't say nothin' when ya' listenin'
 You scuffle with ya' written shit you bustin' or ya' listenin' son
 Get ya' aim right cuz I'm a drain life
 For ya'll hatin' on me sayin' I don't spell my name right
 in that case I take it easy and just drop 9yne
 With this verse read between the lines man the stop signs
 Ya' block finds it kind of hard I'm soul killin'
 And so willin' to start my projects with no buildings
 I don't sound patient no yeast or foundation
 I rise like the sun but never found day shift
 And clowns hate this these lyrics are proud rapists
 Beat you to the concrete you damn brown faces
 It's goin' down alot of ya'll raisin' up
 Background Cult VI fake cats afraid of us
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
 [Clowd9yne]
 Put your life on it
 Man, you don't want it - better
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
 [Clowd9yne]
 Man, put your wife on it
 Put your house up, go 'head
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
 Y'all don't like me
 Y'all wanna hate me
 I understand why critics ain't ready to take me
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
 [Clowd9yne]
 Son you actin' like you want it then put ya' life on it
 Go 'head and risk it yeah that's you in a nice coffin so
 You write war get sickened off this tip
 Culture VI - Put It - http://motolyrics.com/culture-vi/put-it-lyrics.html
 To rip all kids to split you all with
 Think rocket ships yeah some slip and fall shit
 You're parents had 4 daughters I'm stickin' ya' forces shit
 Itchin' for more I'm a let the Hyst finish you
 i'm backstabbin' but I'm really stickin' knives into you
 I get like chemicals and burn type lyricals
 The herb type critical your words like pitiful
 You murder me I think not you might die tryin'
 With those weak plots bad moves and time linin'
 It's 9's to ya' mind bitch and Clowd's where you be at
 Lookin' down at me like damn I tried to defeat that
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
 Put your life on it
 Man, you don't want it - better
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
[Clowd9yne]
 Man, put your wife on it
 Put your house up, go 'head
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
 [Clowd9yne]
 Y'all don't like me
 Y'all wanna hate me
 I understand why critics ain't ready to take me
 [Yendi]
 Gimme the mic
 [Clowd9yne]
 Combustin' with flames instinct just look back
 At this track like "damn rap's the only thing I'm good at"
 Ayo' I'm makin' this sick mind trap I find cats
 Gettin' 2 blunt rappin' like regular dime sacks
 I'm better than 9 gats knifes and big blades
 You listen and didn't know that I get hype this way
 Strangled with nightsticks chains and ropes to ya' neck
 Ya'll ain't try'na survive if you hope for the best
 Put ya' chokin' to rest man I'm focused to death
 I'm like smoke in ya' breath when I open ya' chest
 I been over the best niggaz always below
 With this track underground it's makin' the streets glow
 Take in the heat blow fire from this fist
 With angel dust you still ain't gettin' higher than this shit
 I ride with the VI not claimin' the Crips and
 It's in my Culture son I must remain this sickenin'
 Combustin' with flames instinct just look back
 At this track like damn rap's the only thing I'm good at
 I would stack bodies up lumberjack niggaz
 You should pack shotties up comin' back sicker
 When I thunder - cats shiver I ain't never callin' truces
 I'd rather double split you and have you fallin' to deuces








