Samson the Lyrical Technician - For the Streets (feat. Krayzie Bone & Roxiie Reese) Lyrics

Samson the Lyrical Technician ha ha ha

I guess they figured I would stop the flow and I would get a little slower
Just cause a nigga older
But then I know all about this mind control, when I ignite this flow
No opposition, it's over
Get rid of the competition, it's not even complicated
To get with them niggas and finish them, I've been nominated
My skills so sharp, I decapitate them
Snappin' hoe niggas apart, I eradicate them, lyrical gladiator
We made you great, I catch up and hit them, me later, I'm really hopin' they know
Don't give a f*ck about your flow, you can't do nothin' with bone
You the one that collide with us, leave it alone
You way up outta ya league, you need to follow my lead
Everybody say they legendary, I don't believe
Some of y'all ain't even necessary
I'mma relieve these niggas and remove them from among the elite
Tell them they f*ckin' with a killer, when I pick up a mic
I might commit a crime and put in process of death
I'm ready to vibe and once I get out your mind, I'm like a natural high
I'm top of the line, the best
They comin' so I'm ready when they come for it
Hustle up with the gun cord, if they really want it, nigga, go for it
They bark loud, make no noise, I'mma make them work for it
Get to them niggas like, oh boy

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see
It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this one for the streets, for the streets
Oh boy, I can't believe what I see
It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this one for the streets, for the streets

The lyrical technician, see me roll late night on a mission
In a Cadillac Escalade, white walls and vouges, platinum edition
Listen, if you wanna catch me, you better wake up early in the morning
Zone in, zone out, Samson, Florida boy, no doubt
Look out, it's a freestyle battle, so bring your own body bag
Cause I'mma wrap you up in duct tape, no cap, I'mma throw you out with the trash
I'm the Prince of the South, hangin' out in Cleveland with Krayzie Bone
Thuggish ruggish on the microphone, droppin' bombs like military drones
I'm comin' up out of the South, make competition run in the house
I'm the baddest rapper alive, and that's without a doubt
You ain't on my level, never was a king, ya internet meme
Samson, the lyrical technician, I got the glock and the laser beam

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see
It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this one for the streets, for the streets
Oh boy, I can't believe what I see
It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this one for the streets, for the streets

Florida boys and bone thugs, showin' haters no love
Say I'm a lyrical dominator, sharp as a razor, take flight like a dove
Push and shove, mug rappers comin' up, ain't respecting the game
I'm legendary, Samson, the lyrical technician that's the name
Price of fame, deadly
Listen to the harmony and melody
Back in the days, I played Eazy E
That's when they used to call me felony
Cornrows, French braids, all black, took the party to the backyard
Made all the girls around the world wanna ride, wanna pull my card
Life was hard, now I got a whole lot of diamonds that bling
Iphone ringin', Roxiie Reese singin', keep dreamin'
I'm a lyrical terrorist, so battle me if you wanna get blown away
Ain't got nothin' else to say, I'm the baddest of days

Oh boy, I can't believe what I see
It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this one for the streets, for the streets
Oh boy, I can't believe what I see
It's that Florida boy and bone, come together on this one for the streets, for the streets