Title: The Chaos Way
Subtitle:
Artist: Intrepid
Album: On the road
Author: Anders Forsberg/ Erik Hassel
Copyright: Anders Forsberg
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Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 85 BPM
Tracks: 5
Instruments:
Bars: 126

Lyric

second time around plan, sky's the limit/
I'm talking bout V12
talking bout marble floors with cathedral ceilings
we gonna squash that beef for a line of scrimmage
y'all can get your words in when my lines is finished
I've got a rusty ass blade that will lie on your filet(?)
I did it my way, Sinatra no design the gimmicks
you wanna walk with a flow that I invented
I grind relentless, and climb the cause sickness
I rhyme vicious, in the quest to find riches
we in the world, to get rich or die trying
i mark the globe, and my risk is die flying
and i'da paid my dues and came home broke
so for now when i spit it I'm'a aim at throats
who don't give a fuck about your man and his lame ass quotes
he wanna come sideways, i only pray they don't

Chorus
what we have here, is a full blown
joint for the street to make the QD well known
what we got now is this lockdown
we came to reign and clame our spot now

chorus


nothing you can say could ever take me away
I break atoms/adams like superman, saving the day
paving the way, sement mace and rap forte
flood the bars on us with shots of grand mayey
i'm a chemist with the tendency to endlessy spit
i'm a centipede, you envy me the second i flip
i'm the type that post up you say he might be slimy
since 1990 i've been sheisty and grimy
congratulations you're the master of hating
gradually pacing,niggah I'm as graphic as paintings
candid as satan, got you niggaz and fainting
this is legendary shit, history in the making
my loud ass can make the clouds clash and concrete crack
new jack got outlast, and do it 'till i'm on a mountain of cash
with money, machines and my wife counting my stash

chorus x2

y'all niggaz must be out yo mind,
and you must got it fucked up,like i ain't out for mine,
and you must got it fucked up like we ain't out to shine
about the rhymes, it's like the clock ticks out of time
we gonna send warning shots, ya niggaz doubt i'm lying
i see it for what it's worth, and i doubt i'm blind
we done told ya, before we coincide and combine
you drop dimes, while we dropping heavy line for line
whats mine is mine, no niggah whats mine is yours
whats yours is mine, the same shit its time for war
it's been a drought in this game now it's time to pour
and heavy rain on you pussys running out the door
and ever since blood and ashes we've been out for more
it's why we got niggaz marching while we're out on tour

it's nothing, nothing, bitch ass niggaz

chorus x2