Paroles de Love the Lord (feat. Conductor Williams)

Conductor, we have a problem Yeah, it's time Conductor Uh, look You know the homies just be waiting to dive at you One of the guys clap you, pull up and throw five at you The bullets big as fucking D batteries, fly at you (Boom, boom, boom!) From that white Denali that drive past you I enjoy a chill Deleon Repasado with pineapple Got Montega all on my hoodie like CRIMEAPPLE (Hahahaha) And when they building my statues From the way I throw lines at you Highly impactful like flying shrapnel Marking the plan, market the brand, I step in the design capsule Mentally my mind leaves scientists' minds baffled Lyrically inclined, I existed through time travel My physical design is elements that are not natural Free said: Machine, let's cook one up It was my absolute pleasure You niggas know Con get contacted whenever niggas need a drum Niggas know the street I'm from, my heater run Niggas know that I clap you wherever, doc patch you together I ain't going nowhere, nigga, I'm back forever Still in the hood about my strap and the leather Full of pressure, know I'm ready for combat whenever (Know I'm ready, nigga) You selling my pack, is you not? Matter the weather (Talk to 'em) My rhymebook is considered national treasure (Woo!) They still try to slight me, do not matter my efforts Just cause he your favourite rapper do not mean that he better than Machine, bitch Hm-hm, yeah Conductor, we have a problem Conductor, we have a problem Conductor, Conductor (Ah!) What's the problem? Come on