Artist: Othorized F.A.M. Album: 1st Amendment Song: Lethal Weapon Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus 2X: sample] Beneath the weapon, fuel injected, oh if, it be this lethal Coming with my people, come-coming with my people [Crunch Lo] Flame the mic, it's essential, through some flavor Tapped all up in your mental, back to ya essence Is where I send you, before you dare to intervene This big boy, hold his weight like triple beams Masked schemes, fill my mind, beware, the pioneer Engineer, design and architechtist,wrecked this Simply on some next shit, make a brother 'spect it Before it get hectic, in your area, hysteria I creep on you, sleep on me, silently touchdown, cut down, touch ground Tom-Tom warrior sound, wanna play around Like Chuck, I bust like shots, Goodfella like Rock Speedball, defeat all, trynna test this Bless with, this freshness, my click came to test this Master M.C., double-breasted, vested Majestic, flow is collected Through years of rap, intellections ejected Grew up, with this profession, in my section Since the summer, of '74, I've been brawl Now I got three to make four, blowing the hinges off his God damn door [Chorus 4X] [Molly-Q] I'm the Michelin mad man, that's running for the gram stand Safe with no worries, before the squad began Baton hanging twisted, time bomb to blow your fleet out The water off your feet, now you headed up the creek Without a paddle, rat off the snake, lost the rattle Skedaddle, skipped out town on war-eyed saddles Locked the city sheriff, deputies in jeopardy Monopoly, our legacy's, the murderous pedigrees This rap hand, and hold the fucking dimes by the dozen Tommy gun, smoking palets, we keep it coming Farmer school leagues, entrees, stampede Fake better wrong way, to bleed in T.H.C. A rover over rangers, leaving strangers in danger I bake in anger, cuz they locked down in Cedar Wrangler The tight associates, bear hugs and misfits Mister middle movements, with pistol grips on tits And brung out the drop, son, it's on in slums Yo, shimmity Sam bums, drop the guns It's raining cats in morgues, more gats than porns From the crack of dawn, the green thumb's in your lawn [Chorus 2X] [Shawn Wigs] Oh yo, what up thug, it's me, the one who put the detonating Dart in your mic, spiked the Crystal with Sprite Fuck an image, we curse for this rap, it's mad illege Raw rhymes spillage, that you can't soak up With a mop head, dead head porters environment A twister, rocked off cue's, instrumentals See Wigga, shine like stainless steel polish Abolish, four-man team, we demolish Destruct, make big buck, like politicians Division, cash it down, like demolitions Ramsack spit, hollow tip clips through ya pancake vest Buttermilk, like IHOP, International Got mad thoughts, it's all actual All natural, the thug looking just casual Massive thoughts, massive material Sophisticated move, mind state imperial [Chorus to fade]