L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)

It's like, it's like this
Word up, knowhut
I'msayin'?
One time for your mind, y'know
I'msayin'?
Yo, from upstate to
BrooklynThe whole borough's thorough
You know the time, y'know
I'msayin'?
Crown Heights, to all my ****** holdin' it down
It's hardcore,
B-boy rhymes just for you y'know
I'msayin'?(L.A.W. this might trouble you)
This is Sharief, y'know
I'msayin'?
Puttin it down for the
Aftermath like this
As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac
My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack
Can't hold me back,
I'm too strong,
I waited too long
Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song
Been in the game since what?
That s*it is past tense
Pass the microphone and watch this ***** crack the
CWith that ill s*it,
I came to kill s*it
I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal s*it
But in this era of mayhem
I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them
To all my opponents who wanna kick it,
I sparkThe verbal scientist in your title,
I'm walkin' wit' it
A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters
I s*ine my verbal styles and got ******
Climbin' on speakers, the thrill seekers
An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party
I'm slangin' the mic like a syllable shotty, sippin' 40's
Check it out, y'all,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-galsCheck it out now,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-gal**ona fide
B-boy, biceps' bionic
Blast em back, okay let's get it started
Original rap styles comin' from my shooter
Fifty ****** deep,
I'm the ill kid recruiter
People gather round, check my flow
Listen too, look take a peek
Time for thought then you know(What they know?)
I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill
You couldn't stop the pain with
BenadrylToo many claim unnamed for fame
Or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim
I take a raptor's rough 'cause
I'lla date the s***n
Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went
That's another level of attack, bring your bats
My DJ scratch the record like a s*****m sack
I slice the rapper like a surgeon
If he wanna battle,
I play him out like a priest in a turban
Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me'
Cause I'm the chemical enemical
Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle
Check it out, y'all,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-galsCheck it out now,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-galsFeelin' the metronome click, my microphone's on
It's time to kiss
Sharief to perform
Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted
In the centre of fight s****e
I rum brass knuckle rhymes f****n' with crimes
I'm natural as loaded dice, understand
Where no man survives,
L.A.W. can
Transform,
I see it ain't even worth ya triggers
I'm from the days when
B-boysWere straight earthin' ******
Standin' my arms crossed, toss a grenade
Rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade
You better 'cause your dome piece blown
Release chrome beats
Nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb
Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes
Like shots in
Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin'
Some I slaughter such as two compel? blows
Crush your corny kids caught stumblin' on my shells, so
Sick, too quick,
I stab you with some s*it
Doin' infinite assault these hard lyrics
I commitWhen
I crush your lungs,
I keep my pace uptempo
Swingin' my prison rhymes, f****n' mics like a nympho
Check it out, y'all,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-galsCheck it out now,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-galsCheck it out, y'all,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-galsCheck it out now,
L.A.W.'s raw
L.A.W. the lyrical assault weapon
L.A.W. this might trouble you
For all the
B-boys and all the
B-gals