"MYSTIC SPIRITS"
FLESH-N-BONE
[Maniacal laughing.]
. . . And in a town, and they're not takin' dominions like this, Flesh-n-Bone
comin' at ya like this: [Laughing.]
Flesh:
Get 'em off me, in me you're feelin' I get when I'm tryin', your spirits
get inside of me, blindin' my mind. I get stoned, like in asylum, I
put a trap my mental, get a temper, turn all violent, put a stop on my silence,
get blown, Flesh-n-Bone got the TEC, and it's on for the next, who get mo
murda, murda, my Lord, never felt so many spirits all up in my system,
controllin', me listen I wanna take 'em, but a nigga stay calm. Yet
he lead, he wet, so wet, sweaty palms, glocks and a bomb, I'm makin' sure
that he cracked the whole area, carry ya body, buried in your front lawn.
We're confusin' to you while I'm using you fools, all abused, find
us sort of like a mystery, wonderin' how in the hell you keep losin', check
how I keep schoolin', peep niggas (made history), flip of my tongue and it's
over--you hung upside-down by your feet, fin to send ya swangin', and knew
somebody shoulda showed or told, just a little somethin' shit'll get you
strung out, and hangin', and I'll bet that I mangle any person, strangle
any serpent, wantin' to tangle with me, when a brawl goes down, look around
at the city--tore it up, but your ass still ready when I hit and see.
Mystic spirits all up in my flesh-n-bone deep within.
One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung. Too late. Consume
in sin.
Fall asleep, fall deep in a nightmare, wake up and see me standing there
at the edge of your bed, thought it was Freddy, instead it be Flesh and he
holdin' a machete steady drippin' bloody red, but I warned 'em time from
time again, time after time again, I'm a just sit back sip gin, think on
how to (...?...) corner 'em all, consume 'em, and sent them in a murder with
a Mack-10. Pack that gat, so them had it. Ready, set, aim, and
straight to pull the flame off the temple. People standin' around--they
wonderin' where did he go to get away from the po-po. Can't fuck with
a nigga, man, so pull the trigger--simple bang! Hear it, feel it.
Wicked spirits in the room dance to your doom, when he had to come
enter through the room pretty soon, so hell get, assume position, lay down
in the tomb gone. I love the way they (?), boy, had his soul snatched
from the body, left the corpse here, struck with an exorcist, possessed him,
had to put him out of misery, get the stiff and no shadow, nigga got to attack,
so many spirits live inside, trip this, all of my mystic spirits, I get ready,
make a nigga wanna cry.
Mystic spirits all up in my flesh-n-bone deep within.
One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung. Too late. Consume
in sin.
In check, learn a lesson by the mastermind, stack, learn to pap pap or commandin'
attackin' 'em again, feel it deep with in, seep, slowly, slide inside. I'm
might take over your mesmerized friend, and in your chinny-chin, grim niggas
steady sendin' back to back blows 'til them hoes fold up, bow down, try to
get these now, nigga bound to be found, could not (?) sewed up, ready for
use made you rich and sellin' out, take yourself, nigga told on this homie,
dog, and they all had a fall, hittin' stickin' 211-turned-187, when they
hauled it off. Never stop when I'm gettin' my swerve on, niggas take
a fall, and then haven't you heard? 'Cause she takin' shit over, hittin',
rollin' dope, bring up (?), kilo up on your block and serve it, out
the strap nigga, hang, let my thug nuts swang, touch the pavement, jack
them when the ground get too rough pick them up, and eruption, 20 gauge
splitters slug attackin' them in the back if ya go to turn away. Oh
nigga, might kill all you fools who ain't worthy, be the man in the city
Cleveland, everyday people in St.Clair my niggas play dirty.
Mystic spirits all up in my flesh-n-bone deep within.
One flip of my tongue and you niggas are hung. Too late. Consume
in sin.
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