Goon Call - Durag Dynasty, Planet Asia, Tristate

This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body

Karate Shotty, pop off, street party

We think on the streets, Alchemist on the beat

Emptied out clip then pistol whip, you with the heat

This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body

Karate Shotty, pop off, street party

We think on the streets, Alchemist on the beat

Emptied out clip then pistol whip, you with the heat

Yo I got biscuits out the oven, piping hot huntin'

Start something dog Desperado, torque torsion

All the ghetto noise spark destruction

And embark them ghetto boys

To bring hammer head towards touch 'em

Nails in the cross for the sins, the mighty cross

The greedy double cross for that murky bubble love

And how was I to know the county jail was show & tell?

You tell me your hustle, I’ll show you where you failed

It was money first, no dishonor, live today, no tomorrow

Steal before you beg, clap with yo head before we bubble

Planking out on hunger pains, not eating they fun and games

DC in the bucket chain, these streets ain’t fuckin playin

Life on the line when it’s necessary

Went in the secondary, to the nature of God, the sanctuary

Hate to carry so much malice, method of madness

Bail and tell em no, rep for the turf, moment of silence man

Whoever said it’s lonely at the top never hit the bottom

I ain’t silver spooned, catch the niggas slippin got' em

Masonic art, PLR, extend sensors

Camouflage, hand grenades, M60's

Killa Sha, rest in peace, you’re not forgotten

Les Watson, Raymond James, Michael Jackson

Brown water, kush purple, halal, bust downs

Gold kufis, has blocks, my crack touchdown

Amsterdam, convent 125th

Yea, Golden Gate, Crenshaw, Malcolm X

The pot will block MLK, we keep it shit lick

Bulletproof, CLK, 7 6's

Peace God, hallelujah, Merry Christmas

Let’s build on all the stars and the planets, knowledge the distance

We got 4 billion, 400 million true and livings listening

The devil still Willie Lynch’n!

Ayo Sanskrit, sundown, supreme mathematics

Hollow tips dumped out, extreme biohazard

Money grant ministry, preach summers of misery

For mocking my delivery, hired killers from Italy

Soarin, drop em when the felt tip’s drawn

Then it’s cannons in yo grill, no affiliates to don, we the bomb

Itchin to blow, no, scratch that

Itchin for dough, the calamine is a fat stack payment

A product of the Reaganomic era gone crazy

Lookin at the man in the mirror, eyes hazy

Suicide samurai gamma ray

Plans gamified, thugs amplify the murder rate

Focus, the cadence of rhyme got you open

Like you just snort a line, I ain’t lyin, we the dopest

Burial ground town, 200 thou down

Surround sound, crash loud, sick as a mad cow

We beefin, salmonella leakin' out the speakers when I’m speakin'

Read between the lines of the teacher

This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body

Karate Shotty, pop off, street party

We think on the streets, Alchemist on the beat

Emptied out clip then pistol whip, you with the heat

This is kung fu, ninjitsu, hard body

Karate Shotty, pop off, street party

We think on the streets, Alchemist on the beat

Emptied out clip then pistol whip, you with the heat