Cult Encounters, Craig G (G, G, G)
It's that official hip-hop, you know (uh)
And if you familiar with me, you already know what I do (you know what I do already)
And if you not (take a listen) yo
Craig G, Tylr C, $adflcko, Cult Encounters
Weak MC's see us in the club and call their bouncers
I'm burning on an ounca, the finest green leafage
Gotta second, but that's all I have so keep it brief kid
The vocal booth ain't have to be wrapped up with police tape
The way I murder beats would make you cancel your release date
What I do in 1 take, you need 33 takes
Always and forever I'll be nice, call me heatwave
Bars are the equivalent to a nuclear war head
The right beats the Launch Code
Touch it and we're all dead
Get it off your chest, but please remain respectful
If I give my guys the signal, believe me they will check you
But imma let you slide, cause I'm working on my karma
Imma man of my word, I live by a code of honor
Cross me, you will get squashed in hellfire
I won't stop rocking, till I retire
Craig G, Cult Encounters, take a listen, yo
I'm burnin on an ounca, the way I murder beats, yo, always and forever
The right beats the launch code
Cult encounters, take a listen, I won't stop rocking
I shoot to kill when you threatening Mr. Bastard
Crack rock bagga when I have ta
Amaru the monster pulls in with one, of his many gadgets
Turn this shit to a ol' scary slasha if I haveta
Then the somber music plays as you hear frightening laughter (ha-ha)
The poet the revolution lies deep within my word patterns,
I'm the rock that the builders rejected a living hazard
I made my whole city wannabe rappers
This official hip hop, to the trailer parks to the complex, where the blood was splattered
Y'all follow blind leaders, I am my own master
I sharpen my own blade and load my own bullets into my blaster
Looking up at the choir redirecting, times and the chapters
Give me my flowers before i'm laying motionless
In a closed casket, then the thunder crashes
Our position has been compromised, let's turn this shit to ashes
Craig G, Cult Encounters, take a listen, yo
I'm burnin on an ounca, the way I murder beats, yo, always and forever
The right beats the launch code
Cult encounters, take a listen, I won't stop rocking
An uncomfortable situation shit is perfect for me
Losing benjamins at the station, now they worshipping me
Back when I gave the same motherfuckers, verses for free
They was acting like I wouldn't make it
Bitch, please
As dangerous as the trade that almost landed the Lakers (CP3)
Just stop right here mane
Let me make this clear
This ain't the same game
From all the past years
We done changed like everything
Including who is our peers
Cause y'all is not rap students, or pioneers
And now raps ruined
So just hold my beer, and let me get in my gear