Procrastinators

[Hook: J. Wellz]

Gun Hill, Bedstuy, Fort Greene, special teams

Yung Masta, P-Sunn, Freemurder

[Yung Masta]

Balance the opposite

Militant raps, make soldiers pop they clips

Heatin' up Metropolis, rockin' the whole populous

Ain't no stoppin', mercenary droppin' shit like

I'm on the shelf, you stand fear, cops is watchin' shit

Imitator tried to copy this, download it to floppy disks

Those is poisonous, leave you twist, best to watch it, kid

I roll with many bald heads and dreaded

Mentality is war, havin' niggaz pitch like Andy Pettitte

And ready to set it; old dog in my pocket, don't set it

Me and my crew, we bustin' through like Jerome Bettis

Yo, my name spell disaster, doc' and only, Yung Masta

Comin' at cha, with a fortified structure, I move faster

From Killa Bronx to Cali, Down South, and Worldwide

Futuristic design, watchin' streets with third eye

Disrespect my family, and it's boom bye bye

God think we on the rise, til we kiss the sky

[Chorus 2X: J. Wellz]

Procrastinators, my nigga, what the fuck you waitin' on?

Stay on the move, stay hustlin', this the day is gone

[Freemurder]

Go ahead or play hard, but don't push me

One in head, a-long, don't play hookie

Bust lead in they yard, they won't look me

Right in the eye, Ray Charles can see you pussy

No pain, nigga, no gain

The mack have you dancin' in line like Soul Train

I don't wanna rob you, that jewelry is plain

That ain't hood or fly, like Soul Plane

That ain't good, should pop your own chain

The album went wood, should of copped your own shame

Now you hopin' over trains, your car won't work

Your car won't work, your shorty givin' head

In the car, on the curve, aww, you'se a herb

Pa', that's my word, stay far from the birds

Crackin' on wood, your broads gettin' served

All in the face, just markin' my turf

Spittin' ya cake, bored, lettin' those hoes amp you

Now watch 'em 'play boy', like the porno channel

[Hook]

[Prodigal Sunn]

First of all don't discuss em, trust em

Yeah, I'm good, where I'm at

Empty on tracks, SMPTE the ratch', rock a few hats

New plaques, it's stacked, I keep pushin' the game, hold me back

Watch the game grow old, folks sellin' they soul

Greatest story ever told, about the champ who rose

Nice on his toes, precise with his flows and hoes

Never in it from the beginning, cats keep sinning

Slugs keep spinning, slap a thug, mugged from grinning

I'mma stay winning, love women, like blood in my veins

Rep my name, any terrain, Sunzini the flame

Raised up, in the lion's den, warrin' with men

Trapped and sent gas and wheezing for oxygen

Visual toxin, the story of the hood rotten

We came a long ways, from pickin' cotton, takin' hot ones

Ridin' shotgun, Return of the Prodigal Sunn

Long awaited, carefully created, second to none

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: J. Wellz]

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