Tenkkeys - SPARK MASTER TAPE

I’ve been gone only for a while

Now the whole fuckin' world, they’l be bitin' the style

Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck

Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up

Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up

That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck

We been a problem

Bout to haul ass, fuckin' at they dinner probably

Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody

Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will

starve and burn

When I hit up the clinic, they said I’m clinically finished

I say I’m just getting started, they say I must be retarded

They said I can’t live a minute shit I’ve been living for hours

I’ve been a menace a cop killin' villain never diminished the power

It’s Eiffel towers and castles, battles and showers of acid tablets devour you

plastic rappers, empower the masked masses, the…

King Kong Gorilla the gold spitter

Dealin' the kkilla' of coke to all the dope dealers like…

Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck

Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up

Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up

That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck

We been a problem

Bout to haul ass, fuckin' at they dinner probably

Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody

Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will

starve and burn

Half of my brothers on the lockdown, and a quarter 'bout to open up some shop

now

Other quarter that i got’ll hold the squad down, with a leader that’ll shoot

the whole block down

About a week ago Charlie got that access code, on your email in that brand new

apple phone

We ain’t been out of business we ain’t as bent out of shape

But we still like you mutherfukkers that’s making the cake

I’m a phantom in a phantom

Ghost rider kill them with the balance

Kilo of the coco boy named her Holly Valance

Run up on the game, forty four to keep them challenged

And a shout out to the Heron God, keeping no traces

I been heated young, killer since the seed was sprung

We gon' need to see the coffin when man all this shit is done

I’m a dogmatic, stillmatic, real static

God have the ill habits, lord help him

Tell em' tell em' tell em' tenkkeys in the truck

Tell em' tell em' ten felonies, run em' up

Tell em' I don’t give a fuck about a runner up

That’s why we bout to run on up like we just all been thunderstruck

We been a problem

Built the whole lab, talkin' at their dinner probably

Bout our whole gang and we run on anybody

Bring our own bag, we were born to gurn and not return but first the world will

starve and burn

If you can find me, you can try me

When you find me we start it

Riots we rock, riots we rock (Paper Platoon we mobbin')

Uhh, they askin' why we takin' it back

Cause the hood lined with coffins like a plane from Iraq

I paint a picture, but I paint with my raps

That’s why this AK-47 gonna' make me my stacks

I need a hundred fuckin' dollars

Hundred dollar bills, hundred, hundred dollar bills soup, soup’s on the table

like they coasters, you know how to find me