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L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)

Intro:



It's like, it's like this

Word up, knowhutI'msayin? One time for your mind, y'knowI'msayin?

Yo, from upstate to Brooklyn, the whole borough's thorough

You know the time, y'knowI'msayin?

Crown Heights, to all my niggas holdin it down

It's hardcore, B-boy rhymes just for you, y'knowI'msayin?

(L-A-W, this might trouble you) This is Sharief, y'knowI'msayin?

Puttin it down for the Aftermath like this



Verse 1:



As I inhale the blunt and take a sip off the yac

My rhymes come to life, my verbal forces attack

Can't hold me back, I'm too strong, I waited too long

Freestyle a whole rap tape then write a new song

Been in the game since...what? That shit is past tense

Pass the microphone and watch this nigga crack the C

with that ill shit, I came to kill shit

I crack the code, must be the reason they reveal shit

But in this era of mayhem

I recyc' the murderous rhymes to slay them

To all my opponents who wanna kick it, I spark

the verbal scientist in your title, I'm walkin wit it

A hundred dime pieces and the party got the heaters

I shine my verbal styles and got niggas climbin on speakers, the thrill

seekers

An earthquake of bass lines swangin the party, I'm slangin the mic

like a syllable shotty, sippin 40's



Chorus:



Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw

L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon

L-A-W, this might trouble you

For all the B-boys and all the B-gals

Check it out now, L-A-W's raw

L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon

L-A-W, this might trouble you

For all the B-boys and all the B-gals



Verse 2:



Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic

Blast em back, okay let's get it started

Original rap styles comin from my shooter

Fifty niggas deep, I'm the ill kid recruiter

People gather round, check my flow

listen too, look take a peek, time for thought then you know (What they

know?)

I build with skill, fulfill the drill and still then kill

You couldn't stop the pain with Benadryl

Too many claim unnamed for fame

or be soft as baby tissue with no gun to aim

I take a raptor's rough cos I'lla date the semen

Spectators be sayin they can't go where he went

That's another level of attack (haa), bring your bats

My DJ scratch the record like a scrotum sack

I slice the rapper like a surgeon

If he wanna battle, I play him out like a priest in a turban

Too much tenacity, vocal capacity

Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me

Cos I'm the chemical enemical

Rhymes I say are definitely guaranteed to reach the pinnacle



Chorus:



Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw

L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon

L-A-W, this might trouble you

For all the real players and all the fly girls

Check it out now, L-A-W's raw

L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon

L-A-W, this might trouble you

For all the real players and all the fly girls



Verse 3:



Feelin the metronome click, my microphone's on

It's time to kiss Sharief to perform

Ya lukewarm, my degrees be uncharted in the centre of fight square

I rum brass knuckle rhymes fuckin with crimes

I'm natural as loaded dice, understand

where no man survives, L.A.W. can

Transform, I see it ain't even worth ya triggers

I'm from the days when B-boys were straight earthin niggas

Standin my arms crossed, toss a grenade

rein-force my zone as a lyrical barricade

You better cos your dome piece blown

Release chrome beats, nuclear missiles rhymes under my comb

Three strikes marks the villian bustin rhymes

like shots in Sarajevo Saturday night blood be spillin

Some I slaughter such as *?two compel?* blows

Crush your corny kids caught stumblin on my shells, so

sick, too quick, I stab you with some shit

Doin infinite assault these hard lyrics I commit

When I crush your lungs, I keep my pace uptempo

Swingin my prison rhymes, fuckin mics like a nympho



Chorus:



Check it out y'all, L-A-W's raw

L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon

L-A-W, this might trouble you

For all the real hustlas across the world

Check it out now, L-A-W's raw

L.A.W., the Lyrical Assault Weapon

L-A-W, this might trouble you

For all the real hustlas across the world

*repeat to fade*

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