The Soul Searchers - The Molotov lyrics

One, two, three, sh** I throw a Molotov fall from the ruf top, now how ride it? No my team it's too sadist I am sort of what you call a recorder, a lyrical case to start over Power to the paper call it 'can't rap, no more, I split order Miracle, lyrical authors 'til they know positive, it's only you can swallow, I'm the main washed up ', when I doc in the top ' And come now one of us, get down when the gun's out Your body's inhe paddle No square in the hood, when they think they ready to hustle So, let's go get the papers Seven a.m and I'm waking up my neighbors Revolution, co*ktail, blast in the speaker You're rich 'ause I'm just down ' I must now speak to the beat cause my the rhythm ' Every since feed us consider in ' us Cause I was born in a bus' I've been better then I ever be Have a since, have a..in my intelligence To be reveled, to not go to any lever that they ask Feeling it, yes I am Keep k**ing, come again' Hurt a little bit to be this sick and it not Click no enemy...I'm realistic One, two, three, sh** Pain attention, reballs this old sh** Once some come get some, in this...boy The voices and noises in head Telling me to hang up .. I'mma sells all .., right in this ' Please don't be freeing, I am...to the ' Get back to me, so how can we Be equivalent, no sure, not go sure to say we're similar So I just bust it all when I am pilling on p**y got typical, play boy, send a ' When the coal when the flow, when the walls disappear I would be here snapping head shot Slap in the chap, chap, chap Over the night 'and the mean ' Many of you panic ' And repeat 'big, big, big deep in the streets flow out of here ..top and see, you could be nice with that might don't like ' Yo,go get your bread with no hesitate And it's on fire and it along bong-bong-bong had a gun, little boy Republic enemy, ', he finish yea One, two, three