Album Name : Tobacco Road
Release Date : 2008-03-01
Song Duration : 2:51
Common Market Crucible (feat. Geologic)
Hush, rustle in the leaves, make believers mouthing off
again
I’mma make believers outta all of them
Saw the pen to pieces, it bleeds – it’s of the living
kind
Treat it with respect with respect to the civilized
Yesteryear I pressed to hear Mr. X up in your intros
Send those messages via text, lesser info
Beam me up, Bluetooth flashy
Automatic transmission can’t diminish my savvy
These are hundred-dollar jeans, hundred-dollar jeans,
man
Stylin’ on the aisle do my part-of-sin charter CSPAN
Anchor dropped, dead center – none of y’all can move me
Your defendant’s plain if aint no pendant on the
jewelry
Aint no sinners in the jury box? Toss the flurry of
rocks
And watch the couriers scurry to turn a profit off a
Potshot right from the sniper of DCCL
Suffice to say they don’t aim well
CHORUS:
Aiyo the game seen it comin’ so the hunt’s unfair
Tap the power from the one-two and run it through the
chair
Tell the cult they are leaderless, only option now
Is to wait for them to bow
Anything you say can and will be used against you
Broke the unspoken, yeah I know you never meant to
Fire in the crucible, crown melted down
Now who’s turn is it to bow?