Artist: Molemen f/ Kaos Album: Chicago City Limits Vol. 1 Song: Launch a Shot Typed by: timm2014@hotmail.com [Intro] [Kaos] Yo, check it out. Uh, yeah. South side nigga. What. All my live niggas What. All my live niggas. All my live niggas. Yo, yo yo [Chorus] Launch a shot Whether it's on or not Guard your block Beef then storm the spot Alarm the cops Stick you then pawn your watch No fake shit, real MC's born to rock [Verse One] Oh God, I get charged out of nowhere Battlin' me is like Afghanistan, nobody want to go there Especially when I'm charged off the cannibus toke Puff the dutch too much, lungs damaged with smoke You can front on the lyrics but you know they sound strong I walk down the blocks these bitch niggas ain't found on Diss me, get clowned on That's how it happen I bomb shit, no nonsense, my style of rappin' So vicious Perfect, flawless, no glitches And after the show, I'm shacked up with yo mistress Yo bitches! I'm runnin' game heavily To broads I'm Barry Bonds, I'm tryin' to hit 70 Memo came to me with the hot track Said, "I heard you rock phat." Asked for dope lyrics, shit I got that Hardcore, fly the Condor Who want war? Impress the crowd and make 'em scream "Encore" Niggas [Chorus] Launch a shot Whether it's on or not Guard your block Beef then storm the spot Alarm the cops Stick you then pawn your watch No fake shit, real MC's born to rock [Verse Two] Y'all niggas talkin' bout the street life but really couldn't live it Watch your back punk, you might catch bullets in it These cats pussy like Monistat, bomb your rap Your album's faker than Michael Jackson's skin, I can't honor that The hungriest Technique like the drunken fist Lyrical cunningness, all haters can suck a dick I ain't adjust shit holmes, I beg your pardon Don't address the Sargent, I bring death like The Headless Horseman Raw rhymes like P, I'm Bout that Me without skills, like the ghetto without crack How's about that I just snap like bra straps Test me, I hunger for blood Get your jaw tapped Who dares to try to master Walkin' fire hazard Natural disaster Blast ya To you nerd fucks who think you mastered the art Go back to The Yellow Brick Road and get you some heart Plus lyrically, or on the street, you don't want the ruckus I rain/reign on Tin Man MC's and leave them rusted Metaphor forever raw, lyrical predator Go to war like He-Man and Skeletor And fuck wack, cause dope is all I settle for I play the rap game until I get a better score And right now my niggas lookin' like a blow out Grab the mic and show out never hold out No doubt [Chorus] [x2] Launch a shot Whether it's on or not Guard your block Beef then storm the spot Alarm the cops Stick you then pawn your watch No fake shit, real MC's born to rock [Verse Three] I've been in this shit since Rakim was Fiendin' for Mics When gold chains was the shit, nobody's thinkin' of ice When the music bang hard, no debatin' it's soul Then the labels got shiest and took creative control Now we got senior rappers Low and behold Gettin' rich off lies and borrowed flows Can't record and snap But I'm advanced like a cordless lamp I make your crew look inferior with a chorus chant So who want it? I make the Earth lose orbit Chicago talk shit and lose you life for it [Chorus] [x2] Launch a shot Whether it's on or not Guard your block Beef then storm the spot Alarm the cops Stick you then pawn your watch No fake shit, real MC's born to rock