Tony D (a.k.a. Harvee Wallbangar) - My Sound lyrics

[Intro] "Are you afraid of black men?" "What i am afraid of is that, after he.. Uses his knife, puts it up against my throat Takes my money.. he will then take another moment ..This is my theory to do something even worse to me To pay back, what my people have done to his people" Eh uh! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRashin! Yaaaa man... [Verse 1: Wise Intelligent] Flex... Dey know me my projects Break a n***as neck k** his sound for respect Ya'll know, i am the wrong n***a to f** wit' God damn.. These pirates insects who've come to hijack My sh**.. it's More than a hobby I be way too live And you can find Mr. Wise on the New Jersey drive Check it Wanna let me flex it, cos' when i wreck it after i bless it If it's bu*t naked i'll s** it Who the hell are you to tell a fella Cinderella that She ain't Sarsaparilla cos' she won't s** you.. n***as Please.. stop clowning around, try check this un-f**-wittable-sound [Hook: Wise Intelligent] My sound... Is like a mother-f**ing uzi.. why? Cos' can't a mother-f**er do me I'm at the top of top 10 Vest on ma' chest cos' techs are blastin' I'm... "The wrong brotha to f** wit'" And... "The wrong brother to f** wit" Wise.. "The wrong brother to f** wit" [Verse 2: Wise Intelligent] Better bring yo'.. Glock Because your top HipHops about to get shot by my bad-boy sound Slums splash, Sound clash, some.. cash equals a dead MC Who? think he can stop the slaughter I make yo' wife a widow and marry yo' daughter Pure... Disrespect, before ya contest check the climate HOT! Pot of coffee sixty loaves of bread, Wise will bury you dead.. No.. body moves nobody gets hurt That's how it works on bad-boy turf Jersey.. MC.. Ready They call me nice, they call me dready [Hook: Wise Intelligent] My sound... Is like a mother-f**ing uzi.. why? Cos' can't a mother-f**er do me I'm at the top of top 10 Vest on ma' chest cos' techs are blastin' I'm... "The wrong brotha to f** wit'" And... "The wrong brother to f** wit" Wise.. "The wrong brother to f** wit" [Verse 3: Wise Intelligent] You.. and all the slang you spit Ain't bout' sh** so i piss on it Flip, the script i rip this lick Stick it quick get juice like wick Thick.. like Trenton State wall bricks Tight and secure like barb-wire fence There is.. no way you can escape this, slackness It's ill.. the way i setup and i move in for the k** Such a good boy me, this Pro black music Think to get loot and build black sh** It's sick to diss a hip hop lick yo a** can't trick It's sick to diss a hip hop lick no b**h can trick Haha!, Ya man.. watch this It's a murder or sumptin !! [Outro] My sound... Is like a mother-f**ing uzi.. why? Cos' can't a mother-f**er do me I'm at the top of top 10 Vest on ma' chest cos' techs are blastin' I'm... "The wrong brotha to f** wit'" And... "The wrong brother to f** wit" Wise.. "The wrong brother to f** wit" Boomshot! How you like me now? hm? How you like me now Look away, ya murder or sumptin !