"Cession at da Doghillee" as written by and Jahmal Bush Tekomin B Williams....
I flow fluidly,
Though I be the being of your bee's wax
Ease back, fo' I squeeze that
We don't need that, do we, do we?
Rap style, groupie, a dog like Tin,
That's why you scared to step to me
Do we, have to result in fisticuffs?
See I get swifter myself, that's when the Ruck erupts
So think not, of what I am, and what I do
Just recognize in the murder mic, I rule

How many corny MC gon' try?
Fifty MC, forty of dem done die
Run wit' Heltah Skeltah, through the realms of the dark
If a nigga rift, then I'mma let the 4-4 bark
Everybody knows, where my notty head grows
I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin' on toes
I, waste no time, when I move mine
Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code nine

Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin' the preview and
Fuck wit my Bucktown group
And in the night, the night, who roll the tight
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin' the preview and
Comin' through, representin' Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll tight

Wack MC's, have best to beware
That I fears no fears, and that's word to my dry tear
I brake ya whole fuckin' crew in half
Feel the wrath, as the Gunn Clappaz clap that ass
Wontime, for ya mind, hit that ass color blind
Signed on the dotted line, it's how I live my lifetime
Reality hit me at some degrees
Now my eyes bleed (why?)
Because I just smoked a bag of weed

Bringin' forth Heltah Skeltah, be the big Rock, God help ya
I beat more ass, then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like doors when I be droopin'
Trademark be bootin, baggin' pants roopin'
Hoopin' and hollerin', nigga shut ya mug
'cause I might have ya swallowin', a whole bunch of slugs
'cause I'm bugged and my dome piece, roam in the streets
Wit my chrome, I'mma blast it, my caps magic, I get that ass quick

'Nough men a die, 'nough men a come try
To test the worry, I me no know why
A new breed of conquerors is on the rise
Step to my Boot Camp and catch black eyes
From the Heltah Skeltah, the Gunn da Clappaz
Smif-N-Wessun comin' through stompin' out all you wack rappers
Wit the crazy dred, the mad boy head fed
Of corny shit that said, so now you bleed like your man bled
We gettin' twisted as our Timb's cover pavement
Flowin' state to state, pickin' up the next payment
Yo thoughts smell, violator to the left
Four slugs hit them chest, no more, no less
So think about it, abort your mission, it's impossible
Or be a vegetable, and ya meant up in the hospital
You silly wabbit, Trix, tricks are for kids, don't you know that?
Fuck wit my Boot Camp, and get your wig pushed back

Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin' the preview and
Comin' through, representin' Boot Camp Clik
In the night, who roll tight

I be that rude boy, bad boy, comin' from the ville
Step to the Boot Camp, somebody get killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-are-A-N-G
Some of ya niggas be tryin' to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass just a little quicker
Time to catch Wreck, and back to the set
Where all them rules, them cock in check

All up in ya muthafuckin' grill, I be Steele
Comin' through wit my Wreckin Crew, so I reckon you keep it real
If not, I'm blowin' spots, on whoever be showin' glocks
And what nots, walkin' around fakin' mad rocks
The only Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin' up and I double
G-H, wit that nigga are-you-see-K
Better be ready to be jetty if you petty
'cause if it wasn't already said, we dangerous and deadly
You better recognize or recollect, I reck a set wit a
Tek, and we askin', we blastin'
Now from this you might think the Steele is trife
I earn my strife, 'cause I deal wit the real in life
And I reveal my knife, to cut you loose
I'm not ruthless, but you get the boots if you useless
'cause, time upon time, I find
If you remain blind, you get left behind
But we, see very clearly, so step up to the front
'cause this is where we, represent on the lovely
For you and get praise due to the father above me
'cause we ain't here to attack, or, when we take the backs off
The wack rappers that jack off
That's all that's it, strictly the bumpin shit
Niggas don't even know what they fuckin wit


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"Cession at da Doghillee" as written by Ewart C Dewgarde Dashawn Jamal Yates

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