NORTHCYDE SOLDIERS III
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Loki Wildin in this bleached
I'm a faux bimbo
Might just take yo bitch and then yo man
I go akimbo
Can go solo anytime, but two just turned to trio
He wanted this smoke from me
We call that bitch boy Greedo
Tweakin' on my witch shit
Imma give you Bayonetta
Cookin' green in my pot
I'm a NORTHCYDE soldier repper
Smokin' out the vermin
Leave some holes up on your sweater
We gon' do what we do
Give a fuck about no meta
Talm bout you got drip
Imma put you on that IV
NCS like online drop exclusive
You can't try these
Nobody gon' get the slip
Wish a bitch would try me
Couldn't paint a better picture
Twin that shit Joe, bitch I'm Spike lee
My beats are the guns
The verses we write the ammunition
Flows that we on
The bars that we spit with quick succession
They ain't like us
I don't think we share the same profession
Shoot for the stars
But you won't get far, my premonition
This flow armageddon
I'm sick of you hoe
Stacking my bread
Like a baker with dough
Prepare for the wreckage
I'm getting within it
It's all for the taking
I'm finding yo home
Tell me what's the deal
These boys steppin' up with weapons?
Your shit about as useful as a torn up Smith & Wesson
Man, all of you fuckboys just lost poise
You get no praise for your clapped voice
The day you gon' stop Imma rejoice
Don't reach out at my cold fronts
Madrid the way Imma keep it real
King of Europe I'm flexed up
Baseball how I grip the steel
Imma strike out with that big pump
Top scorer in this big league
Stay iced out like Chi-Chi
Cha-ching the sound my wallet makes
When I'm at the bar she say "Please me"
Kick to the dome make him spin like a carousel
Rolly still gliding my timing will always tell
Crown on my wrist
I'm the king of this shit
NCS boys on that ignorant tip
Locked and loaded
Passed the phone
I'm ready with my clique
My past alone
Sticks and stones
Breaking down the bits
Sever ties when I need my time alone
I stay smashing up the lyrics when I'm typing in the notes
If Synsy in a brawl Imma get in
If Loki's back against the wall Imma step in
Even if it's us against them all I back my bredren
So if you tryna see us fall book us for a fuckin' show in October
You can't hold down the soldiers
We on go, thought I told ya
Bitch you slow like a tortoise, uh
No fuckin' borders
The whole globe our headquarters
So put them N's up to the top
That's an order, uh
"Sir, yes sir!"
That's all that I wanna hear
Had to do a part three
One-two get no love in here
They won't ever catch a stray
Let me say it loud and clear, uh
If you wear a badge I'll always aim between your ears
Yeah fly out to London and hop on a stage
Won't be long till the soldiers out tourin' the States
While they gassin' you up like you big but you ain't
Brotha only your hometown be knowin' ya name
We overseas with this shit
I'm in space how I keep overseeing this shit
And we stay on the grind
We stay schemin' like Rick
Getting paid the objective
I'm fiending for it, uh
I'm a faux bimbo
Might just take yo bitch and then yo man
I go akimbo
Can go solo anytime, but two just turned to trio
He wanted this smoke from me
We call that bitch boy Greedo
Tweakin' on my witch shit
Imma give you Bayonetta
Cookin' green in my pot
I'm a NORTHCYDE soldier repper
Smokin' out the vermin
Leave some holes up on your sweater
We gon' do what we do
Give a fuck about no meta
Talm bout you got drip
Imma put you on that IV
NCS like online drop exclusive
You can't try these
Nobody gon' get the slip
Wish a bitch would try me
Couldn't paint a better picture
Twin that shit Joe, bitch I'm Spike lee
My beats are the guns
The verses we write the ammunition
Flows that we on
The bars that we spit with quick succession
They ain't like us
I don't think we share the same profession
Shoot for the stars
But you won't get far, my premonition
This flow armageddon
I'm sick of you hoe
Stacking my bread
Like a baker with dough
Prepare for the wreckage
I'm getting within it
It's all for the taking
I'm finding yo home
Tell me what's the deal
These boys steppin' up with weapons?
Your shit about as useful as a torn up Smith & Wesson
Man, all of you fuckboys just lost poise
You get no praise for your clapped voice
The day you gon' stop Imma rejoice
Don't reach out at my cold fronts
Madrid the way Imma keep it real
King of Europe I'm flexed up
Baseball how I grip the steel
Imma strike out with that big pump
Top scorer in this big league
Stay iced out like Chi-Chi
Cha-ching the sound my wallet makes
When I'm at the bar she say "Please me"
Kick to the dome make him spin like a carousel
Rolly still gliding my timing will always tell
Crown on my wrist
I'm the king of this shit
NCS boys on that ignorant tip
Locked and loaded
Passed the phone
I'm ready with my clique
My past alone
Sticks and stones
Breaking down the bits
Sever ties when I need my time alone
I stay smashing up the lyrics when I'm typing in the notes
If Synsy in a brawl Imma get in
If Loki's back against the wall Imma step in
Even if it's us against them all I back my bredren
So if you tryna see us fall book us for a fuckin' show in October
You can't hold down the soldiers
We on go, thought I told ya
Bitch you slow like a tortoise, uh
No fuckin' borders
The whole globe our headquarters
So put them N's up to the top
That's an order, uh
"Sir, yes sir!"
That's all that I wanna hear
Had to do a part three
One-two get no love in here
They won't ever catch a stray
Let me say it loud and clear, uh
If you wear a badge I'll always aim between your ears
Yeah fly out to London and hop on a stage
Won't be long till the soldiers out tourin' the States
While they gassin' you up like you big but you ain't
Brotha only your hometown be knowin' ya name
We overseas with this shit
I'm in space how I keep overseeing this shit
And we stay on the grind
We stay schemin' like Rick
Getting paid the objective
I'm fiending for it, uh
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:13.56] Loki Wildin in this bleached
[00:15.07] I'm a faux bimbo
[00:16.35] Might just take yo bitch and then yo man
[00:18.36] I go akimbo
[00:19.41] Can go solo anytime, but two just turned to trio
[00:23.07] He wanted this smoke from me
[00:24.43] We call that bitch boy Greedo
[00:26.30] Tweakin' on my witch shit
[00:27.57] Imma give you Bayonetta
[00:29.65] Cookin' green in my pot
[00:30.82] I'm a NORTHCYDE soldier repper
[00:32.90] Smokin' out the vermin
[00:34.05] Leave some holes up on your sweater
[00:36.21] We gon' do what we do
[00:37.48] Give a fuck about no meta
[00:39.51] Talm bout you got drip
[00:40.76] Imma put you on that IV
[00:42.88] NCS like online drop exclusive
[00:44.99] You can't try these
[00:46.27] Nobody gon' get the slip
[00:47.80] Wish a bitch would try me
[00:49.33] Couldn't paint a better picture
[00:50.61] Twin that shit Joe, bitch I'm Spike lee
[00:52.71] My beats are the guns
[00:53.78] The verses we write the ammunition
[00:56.10] Flows that we on
[00:57.15] The bars that we spit with quick succession
[00:59.35] They ain't like us
[01:00.55] I don't think we share the same profession
[01:02.75] Shoot for the stars
[01:03.88] But you won't get far, my premonition
[01:12.52] This flow armageddon
[01:13.33] I'm sick of you hoe
[01:14.23] Stacking my bread
[01:14.98] Like a baker with dough
[01:15.83] Prepare for the wreckage
[01:16.50] I'm getting within it
[01:17.32] It's all for the taking
[01:18.23] I'm finding yo home
[01:19.28] Tell me what's the deal
[01:20.47] These boys steppin' up with weapons?
[01:22.45] Your shit about as useful as a torn up Smith & Wesson
[01:25.49] Man, all of you fuckboys just lost poise
[01:27.23] You get no praise for your clapped voice
[01:29.17] The day you gon' stop Imma rejoice
[01:30.56] Don't reach out at my cold fronts
[01:32.45] Madrid the way Imma keep it real
[01:33.93] King of Europe I'm flexed up
[01:35.65] Baseball how I grip the steel
[01:37.24] Imma strike out with that big pump
[01:39.00] Top scorer in this big league
[01:40.56] Stay iced out like Chi-Chi
[01:42.27] Cha-ching the sound my wallet makes
[01:43.71] When I'm at the bar she say "Please me"
[01:45.68] Kick to the dome make him spin like a carousel
[01:47.55] Rolly still gliding my timing will always tell
[01:49.11] Crown on my wrist
[01:50.23] I'm the king of this shit
[01:51.01] NCS boys on that ignorant tip
[01:52.77] Locked and loaded
[01:53.59] Passed the phone
[01:54.39] I'm ready with my clique
[01:55.99] My past alone
[01:56.92] Sticks and stones
[01:57.73] Breaking down the bits
[01:59.28] Sever ties when I need my time alone
[02:01.95] I stay smashing up the lyrics when I'm typing in the notes
[02:12.95] If Synsy in a brawl Imma get in
[02:15.70] If Loki's back against the wall Imma step in
[02:18.89] Even if it's us against them all I back my bredren
[02:22.32] So if you tryna see us fall book us for a fuckin' show in October
[02:26.69] You can't hold down the soldiers
[02:28.35] We on go, thought I told ya
[02:30.02] Bitch you slow like a tortoise, uh
[02:32.11] No fuckin' borders
[02:33.22] The whole globe our headquarters
[02:35.00] So put them N's up to the top
[02:37.47] That's an order, uh
[02:38.65] "Sir, yes sir!"
[02:39.95] That's all that I wanna hear
[02:41.51] Had to do a part three
[02:43.25] One-two get no love in here
[02:44.90] They won't ever catch a stray
[02:46.58] Let me say it loud and clear, uh
[02:48.66] If you wear a badge I'll always aim between your ears
[02:51.58] Yeah fly out to London and hop on a stage
[02:53.44] Won't be long till the soldiers out tourin' the States
[02:55.18] While they gassin' you up like you big but you ain't
[02:56.62] Brotha only your hometown be knowin' ya name
[02:58.65] We overseas with this shit
[02:59.66] I'm in space how I keep overseeing this shit
[03:01.31] And we stay on the grind
[03:02.25] We stay schemin' like Rick
[03:02.95] Getting paid the objective
[03:03.83] I'm fiending for it, uh
[03:05.38]
[00:15.07] I'm a faux bimbo
[00:16.35] Might just take yo bitch and then yo man
[00:18.36] I go akimbo
[00:19.41] Can go solo anytime, but two just turned to trio
[00:23.07] He wanted this smoke from me
[00:24.43] We call that bitch boy Greedo
[00:26.30] Tweakin' on my witch shit
[00:27.57] Imma give you Bayonetta
[00:29.65] Cookin' green in my pot
[00:30.82] I'm a NORTHCYDE soldier repper
[00:32.90] Smokin' out the vermin
[00:34.05] Leave some holes up on your sweater
[00:36.21] We gon' do what we do
[00:37.48] Give a fuck about no meta
[00:39.51] Talm bout you got drip
[00:40.76] Imma put you on that IV
[00:42.88] NCS like online drop exclusive
[00:44.99] You can't try these
[00:46.27] Nobody gon' get the slip
[00:47.80] Wish a bitch would try me
[00:49.33] Couldn't paint a better picture
[00:50.61] Twin that shit Joe, bitch I'm Spike lee
[00:52.71] My beats are the guns
[00:53.78] The verses we write the ammunition
[00:56.10] Flows that we on
[00:57.15] The bars that we spit with quick succession
[00:59.35] They ain't like us
[01:00.55] I don't think we share the same profession
[01:02.75] Shoot for the stars
[01:03.88] But you won't get far, my premonition
[01:12.52] This flow armageddon
[01:13.33] I'm sick of you hoe
[01:14.23] Stacking my bread
[01:14.98] Like a baker with dough
[01:15.83] Prepare for the wreckage
[01:16.50] I'm getting within it
[01:17.32] It's all for the taking
[01:18.23] I'm finding yo home
[01:19.28] Tell me what's the deal
[01:20.47] These boys steppin' up with weapons?
[01:22.45] Your shit about as useful as a torn up Smith & Wesson
[01:25.49] Man, all of you fuckboys just lost poise
[01:27.23] You get no praise for your clapped voice
[01:29.17] The day you gon' stop Imma rejoice
[01:30.56] Don't reach out at my cold fronts
[01:32.45] Madrid the way Imma keep it real
[01:33.93] King of Europe I'm flexed up
[01:35.65] Baseball how I grip the steel
[01:37.24] Imma strike out with that big pump
[01:39.00] Top scorer in this big league
[01:40.56] Stay iced out like Chi-Chi
[01:42.27] Cha-ching the sound my wallet makes
[01:43.71] When I'm at the bar she say "Please me"
[01:45.68] Kick to the dome make him spin like a carousel
[01:47.55] Rolly still gliding my timing will always tell
[01:49.11] Crown on my wrist
[01:50.23] I'm the king of this shit
[01:51.01] NCS boys on that ignorant tip
[01:52.77] Locked and loaded
[01:53.59] Passed the phone
[01:54.39] I'm ready with my clique
[01:55.99] My past alone
[01:56.92] Sticks and stones
[01:57.73] Breaking down the bits
[01:59.28] Sever ties when I need my time alone
[02:01.95] I stay smashing up the lyrics when I'm typing in the notes
[02:12.95] If Synsy in a brawl Imma get in
[02:15.70] If Loki's back against the wall Imma step in
[02:18.89] Even if it's us against them all I back my bredren
[02:22.32] So if you tryna see us fall book us for a fuckin' show in October
[02:26.69] You can't hold down the soldiers
[02:28.35] We on go, thought I told ya
[02:30.02] Bitch you slow like a tortoise, uh
[02:32.11] No fuckin' borders
[02:33.22] The whole globe our headquarters
[02:35.00] So put them N's up to the top
[02:37.47] That's an order, uh
[02:38.65] "Sir, yes sir!"
[02:39.95] That's all that I wanna hear
[02:41.51] Had to do a part three
[02:43.25] One-two get no love in here
[02:44.90] They won't ever catch a stray
[02:46.58] Let me say it loud and clear, uh
[02:48.66] If you wear a badge I'll always aim between your ears
[02:51.58] Yeah fly out to London and hop on a stage
[02:53.44] Won't be long till the soldiers out tourin' the States
[02:55.18] While they gassin' you up like you big but you ain't
[02:56.62] Brotha only your hometown be knowin' ya name
[02:58.65] We overseas with this shit
[02:59.66] I'm in space how I keep overseeing this shit
[03:01.31] And we stay on the grind
[03:02.25] We stay schemin' like Rick
[03:02.95] Getting paid the objective
[03:03.83] I'm fiending for it, uh
[03:05.38]