Bad News

[Chorus]

Brigade jump on a couple of punks

Nigga, we bad news

(We bad news, nigga)

To beef for real

If you step our way it's on

Anybody, everybody (Oh shit)

Come on

Brigade jump on a couple of punks

That's how we're moving it moving it moving it

To beef for real

If you step our way it's on

Anybody, everybody (That's right)

Come on

[Kon Artis]

We breaking every rule in the book

Illegal crooks that got your mind shook

Kon done with spells up

Poisonous cook

The Kon Artis

Make way for the hell raiser

Mysterious neighbor

Cuttin throats with broke Coke

Bottles and rusty razors

I ain't the one to save you in a crisis

I kick you while you're down

Snatch you up and ask you who's the nicest

Better say me

Or I'll put your next to some vice crips

And squeeze until they lifeless

I stayin confidence with my mind

About being good or evil

I'm deceitful

Lethal when I leave you

Dead inside your blood brother

When your hand for help reaches out

We just chuckle

Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals

We raise wrong

Politics and poverty got us head strong

You dead wrong

If you think you'll make it out with all your limbs

Grab your camera

So we can put this on film

[Kuniva]

Hey

Don't get cut into hundreds over some dumb shit

I advise you to run quick cuz we run this

Guns click on the reg reg

Put MCs on they death beads

Either that or leavin' 'em walking on peg legs

In various locations

I'll be wylin' out at places

I'm why they're running out

Of handicap parking spaces

Intense dreams

You want suspense? It's endless

How I massacre crews

Leave you solo and friendless

Contact lens less then lifeless

The trifest MC

You never wanna fight with

Or rock a mic with

Carry a knife with

Da Brigade on the night shift

Pack this big dick that I use to fuck your wife with

You ain't the nicest

Derelicts with intelligence

Leaving your grill wide open like pelicans

Just wait

My words penetrate through your vertebrate

Til it snap your neck brace

And crack your chest plate

[Chorus]

[Kon Artis]

You studies wanna job like assets

Rough is ready to start teaching niggas

In ass whippin' classes

Breaking glasses

Damage crews by the masses

Shit talking like Cassius

Get in your E-Class and dash bitch

Kon Artis

The only man that can expand the cervix

With the tip of my bone

Get in your girl and keep fucking

Until she starts screaming "Leave me alone"

Walking predacone

Looking for weak grade to set it on

From dusk til dawn I bomb

Went through hell and remain calm

The devils to stir us to fight me

Just to see what type of shit that I was on

Those bastards is why they got burnt

And turned into crisp XXXXX

With lyrics hotter than lava comes

It's urgent

That she splurge with

Before I merge with

Kuniva will make ya nerves emerge and split

Heard me bitch

You weren't worthy with the mic

Is why I snatch it

And people think and praise with words that I like

With things that I say on you

You need someone to spar with

Put you in the back of my trunk

Get in my car trick

Running with nothing but thugs

With the fug

We more dangerous than L.A. cops with big clubs

Who's arresting you when you're drunk

You sick munk

Spitting up bills scriptures and gumps

Till you punks get the picture

Get it?

If rap was a whore you couldn't hit it

I make it my business

Twenty four seven to try and stick it

[Kuniva]

Gotta get it

I gotta give it to you non-stop

Bombs drop lyrical warfare we onslaught

Dead bodies rot

We making your body rock

Licking them off like lollipops

That the shotty pop

Kuniva snatch rolex chains, watches and anklets

Dissin' the stank bitch

Packing heaters to make you thank quick

Now ain't this

Something you don't want a piece of

Don't worry about waiting these ones

Chillin' with me buds

[Chorus]