Shureshot Hypothesis - Ones & Twos lyrics

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Shureshot Hypothesis - Ones & Twos lyrics

[Chorus} Shureshot Hypothesis Creepin‘in to your mental consciousness Without the use of corporate sponsorships And you know we rock that concert b**h… [Verse 1] So tell me What's the difference ‘tween me and you really? Keep our pockets full of cash And our ears full of Phillies And our Phillies full of onyx Supersonic, kinda torn up Cuz we only smoke the bombest of the mother f**in chronics I'm a simple man I'm honest I get it when I want it Make the ladies scream so loud the neighbors think my house is haunted I spit more wisdom than Jesus and Mohamed And I'm givin' everybody everything they ever wanted in an MC Don't pretend to be, yo it's endless we We intend to be the sure shot, the on top The won't stop, the real f**in hip hop [Verse 2] Do you hear what I hear? I can smell the scent of fear MCs know the end is near Still I've yet to shed a tear for 'em Their rhymes borin' So I'm snorin' Warrin' against the pimpin' of hip hop Yet rappers keep on whorin' Full out battle's on the way The decay's amazed me To the point that I can't stay away from the game Not the same But x-rays could explain? Cuz you'll see hip hop coursin' through the blood in my veins… [Verse 3] I never worked at mickey d's Cuz I cooks it up fresh But I can serve a muthafuka in a minute or less, yes Don't like the beef? Then I'll serve ya the bird I got a big red sign that a billion served But I ain't a battle rapper This isn't what I'm after I seek peace, seek happiness, laughter You turn the page, I wrote the f**ing chapter I'm the one who plays the part y'all just a buncha actors [Chorus] [Verse 4] And there's the ba** line Synchronize your waist line Trace it to a great rhyme wasted Face it, my mind's a laced dime sack My pa** time, they hate it My brain's difficult to define So I just can't rhyme basic The fault isn't of mine these thoughts are hard to catch Half the time they hit my mind so fast they're runnin' outta breath So the test is whether or not my hands can translate ‘em To words becoming phrases, absurd to contemplate ‘em but Your comprehension's not essential to this lesson A rhyme without the guessin's Like a Smith without the Wesson A half without the steppin' A rat without intention Sit back relax, feel my divine intervention…