Poor Ricky - Bra** Knuckles lyrics

[MC Cannon] MC Cannon, the vocal focal point NWO takin' over, locally got the R-A-P G-A-M-E in a chokehold Frontin' n***as get rolled over like asphalt under a steam roller Head full of steam, gotta hit up Obie and roll a joint Razorblade gloves, 20 clip extensions and bra** knuckles Leave em' hanging, in middle school we was always gettin' suspended We independent, tried but never a defendant f** with us, put a red dot on your head like Hindu On a mission for my family be rich living, can't be hindered Rhymes solid like tree trunks, never splinter Enter the mind of a dropout like AT&T, self educated Past getting contemplated, is freedom hated our celebrated? Won't stop till our thoughts Grammy nominated, cannabis blazin' The block is hot, John Blazin' NWO, n***as winning over ignorance The definition of ghetto intelligence, finna grind our way too absolute relevance [Exhibit A] Cannon done, time to exhibit Exhibit A Servin' to countless feigns, been pulling strings behind the scenes Tryna kick some sh** to 'em, Bruce Lee Bra** knuckles in my pocket with the problem solver like Vinnie P The deity of the Serengeti, is you ready? For the New World Order, blood showers on the block like confetti Conspiracy theories all over, they never backstab the Yeti My ancestors died in Sierra Leone, I'mma die alone [Young Obie] Big thang in the trunk weighing it down, don't need a scale for weighing it in No white flags like NASCAR, your sh** straight to the bargain bin We is laded with accalim like Osama Bin, you don't know where I've been You'll never be a thug, so don't pretend to be one Only time you'll blow up is when I lace your mansion with C4 Nas took rap to a new plateau, we taking it higher Totes of smoke takin' us higher, your only adding fuel to the fire Get you a** back to science cla**, planting hypotheses on me Dissecting beats and bodies, give you surgery for free, no fee Dreams on anesthesia, they gon' be focused on d**h, life, and me Close the C-A-S-K-E-T, DNA mixed in the M-U-D In this game, we remain dominant like an A-L-L-E-L-E This is hood royalty, no need to bow down to me Sick of the s**a motherf**ers tryna keep them eyes on me, my team sworn To secrecy, eyes looking forward for our longevity Spit verses with brevity, only the finest surrounding me [RBD] If you even have the thought of messin' with the RBD, you must be tripin' on LSD Lemme make this sh** clear, LCD I've risen outta prison, no more cell block riots Bra** knuckles under, pay respects to the hood messiah No Just Blaze beats, but y'all never put out my fire !0 years in the pen, a s**er for blood and gunfire, f**a' I'mma vampire Have one of my homies throw yo a** off the Empire if you wanna shut down my empire SafeGuard safeguardin' my chest, don't f** withe best, more padding than an umpire [The Five Percenters] Bra** knuckles and the Glock say two words, f** you! Never a gangsta, but threaten me and I'll buck you We a bunch of producers, but we produce mayhem From the heart poetry, who wanna get slammed? Damn, I avoided Uncle Sam Opportunity open, the door is ajar Picky bout the sticky icky, pound of dro in the jar Can't turn back, we made it this far [Poor Ricky]