[Teflon]

Steppin in here to spark another session

For my real bugged, street thug niggaz that keep reppin

Teflon, rated do {sire?}, Firing Squad kingpin

The rough and rugged rap hemp supplier

Yo, some brothers probably say, "Who that nigga that rappin?

Is he dope for real, do he got skills, or is he slackin?"

True fans, you got the props, the rap novelist

Makin the hits, sounds pound, because I get down regardless

I'm heartless, enemies, get turned into memories

My energy so complex, they think there's ten of me (shit)

I'm the remedy for keep it real, rap in order

Some lack the format, to keep rap above the water

But I'ma keep the real shit existin

I'm fixin to bring it back to put wack niggaz on restriction

My diction, far from irrelevant, been reppin ever since

a young buck, leavin 'em dumbstruck, my element for real

Fuck with only ill sickest niggaz

Violate my squad son, not only Die Hard they die quicker

I'm breakin niggaz like a switchboard, for real

I'm known for stealin shows, makin live niggaz wanna switch

But one verse, sends dirt wind and fire through your entire empire

Makin higher level niggaz retire

BLAYA!  One shot to bust down the foes

And leave 'em bleedin 'til they bodies decompose

Strictly from the 'Ville



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What what what, nigga what, son turn it up

Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a fuck

What what what, nigga what, son turn it up

Let me see your hands up high, if you don't give a fuck



[Teflon]

Step into the bloodshed zone, adjust your headphones, illegal activist

But Higher Learning what I practice when I leave your head blown

High rankin, not a studio gangsta rapper (gangsta rapper)

Thanks to Slappa and Bill, my lifestyle is fatter

What is it?  Sacrifice my life, give it for my blood brothers

in the struggle, if I say it then I live it

Plus I got the real shit, fly shit, the ill shit

My shit the shit that thug niggaz grow and die with

Authentic rapper with the raw-scented, shit that get

your mind, mentally tormented, whenever I kick it

Full Metal Jacket heavy layer, player in this rap game

Blow in my hometown, I'm known like the mayor

But fuck that, Teflon is bombin niggaz in the nine-six

But if I can't get rich then fuck it I'm strong-armin niggaz!

Sing a tune on Dog Day's Afternoon

Finger fuck a trigger with love, and blow you to the moon

Ahh, my M.O.P. family program be deadly

Catch assault, battery charge, cause I'm for-Everready

Watch me, strictly army fatigues, fuck Versace

Give me a street-sweeper and I'll take on the motherfuckin Nazis

Who can stop me when I'm on a roll, my patterns'll

knock Saturn off of balance when my talents unfold, nigga what?



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