Album Name : Psychological Warfare
Release Date : 2014-01-13
Song Duration : 2:20
Conejo Back To Robbing
I'm one half, of the Kings of Terror
Homie C Rock ah beast de cualquiera manera
You hear the screams, coming out the crack house
Feeding all the feins let me get the strap out
I smack 'em, with the back of ah pistol
He wouldn't sit up, is what you get for ah nickle
I'm official, and about the answer
Do my dirt in your block then get back to the metro
You get de-facials, it's the typical criminal
Ese black Stacy Adam's thee original mythical
That invincible shit, I'm speaking the truth
Gold ceiling full of banks like division are true
I pop off, every chance I get
Flood the block then send him back to the pen
You get hit with the spit coming from the chopper
We'll be hidden from the top to guaranteed I'll stop you
Paint ah image, so vivid I give it
To the rhythm I compose if I could laugh then I'm living
Your boy driven, to f..cking prosper
Ese even if it mean I got's to kill an impostor
Been ah goon, homie the semi sparker
No pretender but his stilo's darker
Presidentarie, homeboy I got the credentials
And Bootleg One, is something essential
Pick 'em off, with the sniper rifle
Ese you could do the same, the chemical psycho
I squeeze for the cheddar for the cheddar I squeeze
I see his ass dropping right down to his knees
I roll the premise, West Adam's chemist
Muthufucka need ah bullet foo we bound to perish
My game hell'as, albums keep on dropping
And when shit go bad I go back to robbing