COMING FOR YOUR CROWN
CHORUS
white n' dangerous and J.T.S. bring gihad to hip-hop war grounds
lyrics deadlier than four pounds were coming for your crown..
J.T.S
save the flack for robeta here's a herd of flows theyv'e never heard of
deal with peace, prosperity, and verbal murders
from the sun rise to doomsday these tunes graze
save the brotherly love for philly were colder than the D.C. snipers on the highway
and we can slapbox dosen't matter if your welter, light, or heavy-weight
give a fuck if you moved heavyweight in or out of state
when flows bloom we get colder than snow-goons
divisons are divided when flames are ignited
you want to scrap cause i got your ex excited
and then i'm charged for the riot incited
indited naw cleared of all charges
fitting to blow up your tour bus with a paid off suicidal bomer
White n dangerous
We comin with such audacity
Jts n dangerous makin it so bitches Cant Conceive
Cant you See we spit that "highly flamable" Gasoline
Attack ya Dweebs with Accuracy
Spittin lyrical miracles thay ya Cant Believe
Ill wit skills that are Past Supreme
Assaulting A Sultan King is the Result of Things
When we Dissolve ya Dreams and Obliterate ya Faulty Schemes
No need to Elaborate but ya All will Bleed
You cant Immitate or Intimidate this Awesome Team
Thatz comin fo' yo' Crown u wont even last a Whole Round
Leave ya ass smashed on the Cold Ground
So ya betta learn fast or already Know How..
To get on ya Hands n Bow Down as ya eyez we Gouge Out
So enough with the Charades Assholez
Cuz we Break Backbones When we Raid castles so i reccomend ya Take Fast Notes
Cuz tha Way we Craft Quotes is Way Past Dope
And just for the Record were killin ya Goons n Jesters
Equipped with Scepters n a Temper ta make ya Wounds Fester
Dont fuck with me or JTS if ya do ya Takin Risks
We comin Through to Slay Tha Prince
And When we Come fa You tha only thing ya Gonna Do is Beg ta Quit
When i say were Comin for your Crown
im talkin About ya Dome ya Faggot Bitch
CHORUS
white n' dangerous and J.T.S. bring gihad to hip-hop war grounds
lyrics deadlier than four pounds were coming for your crown..
J.T.S
the arena when we come in emcee's feel uncomfortable in their own skin
it's not a game we don't play we contend
got women happier than a pervert in a gold's gym
fuck these blue pill poppers hit em dangerous while he feast on a whopper
no comparison son like a mantis versus a grass-hopper
get-a-way car to smash coppers at death's opera
when the fast lady sings the high note they die poked
you faggot maggots wish you had these fly quotes
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