Thunder Bells - Psycho Les, Royal Flush, Illa Ghee

Okay niggas knee jump

Alright niggas knee jump, look

Let’s go baby

I got my bars in jail cell

Keep action gun in my main pell

Three cars, two houses, moving this coke well

Locked up, I made bail, fuck it if they fail

See me in the Porsche same color as egg shell

Chains round the neck so you know we get hits well

Gotta smack niggas if I shoot em they gon tell, whoo

Got so many snow behind me it’s a honey trail

Can’t stand these niggas, they hug they body frail

bodies niggas about milk

First name Flush, middle nil, last kill

Still be on your block selling dimes like advil

Ya’ll niggas just took a plane to our field

Got your wife inside a teller just to get a nut

And I ain’t leaving the spot until they closing up

And I’m a be right back when they open up

When I write it’s like an armed robbery, heist I’m Neison

I spit like the paranormal poltergeist rolling dice

I rhyme like the Passion of Christ

Many are called but few are chosen

You and I cutting lines we’ll leave the face frozen

Had a lot o niggas that died but life goes on

Rhyme like the snipers right from the eiffel

Spit truth like I inhale pages of the bible

A grown man still gotta ride too

Cinematic fellow just like a Michael

Salute the G rep the street lead the ‘onomy

Rhyme like the

When I’m back like a planet getting hit with comic

I grind outside o your paradigm of logic

Psychotic, neurotic and they wonder how I paddle

It’s deep I do it in my sleep, that’s how I got it

Yow old school, new school, this tattoo school

And we don’t need the fucking approval

You get knocked out with the south border

Outlaw, I don’t smoke nothing grown outdoors

Puffing that shit that give you cottonmouth

You see the limo pulling up that’s me hopping out

With your bitch behind me one titty popping out

Queens in this business what’s popping now

All that tough talk kill all that

Before we rubbing your DNA off the wall with a Brillo pad

I’m the truth hook me up to a polygraph

These new niggas is sweeter than a telegram

That’s the bitch asking me where the molly at

This is our bodies and one percent body fat

Apple whole yeah we swimming in the butt —

Hold up, wait a minute

I’m the push star rapper

I try to snap your wrist off

Four fifth slapper poetry is a pitchfork

With each eye on the game, I’m like a pitbull

Looking like a V when I shoot, then I crisscross

Gold pistol on the porch

I’m like ice with hot sauce

I write with the hatch off

I give you that feeling that you just got topped off

Illa Gee tryna make the whole room pop off

New flow like night blues and bluray

Chemical imbalance come and drink the kool-aid, stop

Shorten your timeline and put you in your tomb stay

You stay anywhere motherfucker that’s where a goon play

It don’t matter I got your whole chapter

I rose from the ashes of brain waves and NASA

I got a million dollar reward for rap’s capture

You rap for the radio my rapture

Og this ya’ll want

This is what Hip-Hop been missing right

Oh now ya’ll should’ve paid attention

We still here baby

These radios and DJ’s don’t know what to play no more

All they do is listen to the fucking radio

Street music, street music

Psycho Les, Trag, what up Flush, Illa Gee

They so New York with it

They so New York with it