Artist: Styles P, Kojoe & Jaecyn Bayne Album: Terminal 3 Presents The Academy Song: Body Down Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Styles P] I dream about bodyin everybody Catch 'em in the party, goin out like a kamikaze Gettin on the mic, 1-2 check with a bomb on my chest Everybody say they prayers we see Allah in a sec Wake up, shake up, reality bites Rather kill you, to see what your salary like So who wanna get popped in the neck Tell your homey I'm back, just like the opposite of his chest If he don't wanna get played I suggest he eject like a whack rapper CD that they put in my deck And them gutter niggaz say I'm the best Bitch niggaz never knew it in the first place, so I don't stress Contest - ain't no contest - how I'm gon' rep And you know that I get in your neck E'rybody know I'm gon' last E'ry rapper name is 50 when I'm done, how I cut 'em in half [Kojoe] Yo, body down in the hood like lil' nigga several wins A veteran, shit on intelligence, no one's innocent Can't feed men's attention on the street you're just illiterate Mothers better at life, shiverin nice Ring her and figurin out, enemies'll, I need some piff in me Don't sleep on my shaky eyes, see better than 'piphany Fuck the bulletproof window, smithereens I'm a product of kamikaze death that's def to me I ain't into limitin visions my thoughts infinite Makin a livin with spittin if not - four-fifthin it Called the samurai that's what I'm stickin to, mess with the shots Like a soundtrack to a slum, gettin hit and bruised [Jaecyn Bayne] It's time for the horns and 21 gun salute It's Bayne, The Ghost, and behind us is a ton of troops Killin the game, so why would you even want to shoot? Keep your cool whips, I'm ridin shotty in a Tundra Coupe The competition's astonished at how we on this mission A monster spittin they gotta honor, it's honest living Beyond the writtens and withdrawn from constant prison Recondition conditions for enemy decomposition Yeah~! I let my bars do my dirty work Your flow fragile, at least could give it the sturdy verse The earthy perk, got my eyes red, Morgan Freeman Got me focused, dead Presidents is more than freedom Barack owe and my stock flow I shock folks Electrifyin execution spittin mock volts Yes me and the S.P. got your spotty now Dot your crown, poppin sounds 'til your body down