Incredible by B-Real Lyrics
[Intro]
I saw him getting tired of his killing
They must stop
[Verse: B-Real]
I [wrote choice?] in L.A. once and New York City
Light a bong in D.C., a phat spliff in Philly
You're hallucinating, ready and open for ill shit
So with that let me take you on a real field trip
So when I swing on the mic, like a sword I spit
So many cutthroat notes on some Kill Bill shit
The last one who tried had no support
Like the Chunky try to cop a hit but comin' up short
Me, I'm coming ap boy, a lackadaisical
Bow down while you hear the tracks on radio
Chow down on the food for thought
And I really don't give a fuck if you're ready or not
You gonna do me and I might just do you
Wit' slick talk, gunshots and lots of boom boom
Joke a grand, nigga, I ain't fuckin' wit' froo-froo
And you dead weight bitches, I ain't fuckin' wit' you too
Words are like lead bursting out of the barrel
And harm comes to those who put their lives in peril
The hands off quicker than the eye can follow
So if you blink the results will make your head piece hollow
I'm the scourge of the West with the SIG on my hip
You ask any enemy they'll say that niggas equipped
Clear the town, homie, I'm the real [Bendejo?]
I'll be chilling at your wake in the black tuxedo
[Hook]
O-o, once again
O-o-o, once again
O-o-o-o-o-once again
Once again, back it's the incredible
O-o, once again
O-o-o, once again
O-o-o-o-o-once again
Once again, back it's the incredible
Once-ce-ce-ce again
Ba-ba
Back back back
Back-back-back-back it's the incredible
I saw him getting tired of his killing
They must stop
[Verse: B-Real]
I [wrote choice?] in L.A. once and New York City
Light a bong in D.C., a phat spliff in Philly
You're hallucinating, ready and open for ill shit
So with that let me take you on a real field trip
So when I swing on the mic, like a sword I spit
So many cutthroat notes on some Kill Bill shit
The last one who tried had no support
Like the Chunky try to cop a hit but comin' up short
Me, I'm coming ap boy, a lackadaisical
Bow down while you hear the tracks on radio
Chow down on the food for thought
And I really don't give a fuck if you're ready or not
You gonna do me and I might just do you
Wit' slick talk, gunshots and lots of boom boom
Joke a grand, nigga, I ain't fuckin' wit' froo-froo
And you dead weight bitches, I ain't fuckin' wit' you too
Words are like lead bursting out of the barrel
And harm comes to those who put their lives in peril
The hands off quicker than the eye can follow
So if you blink the results will make your head piece hollow
I'm the scourge of the West with the SIG on my hip
You ask any enemy they'll say that niggas equipped
Clear the town, homie, I'm the real [Bendejo?]
I'll be chilling at your wake in the black tuxedo
[Hook]
O-o, once again
O-o-o, once again
O-o-o-o-o-once again
Once again, back it's the incredible
O-o, once again
O-o-o, once again
O-o-o-o-o-once again
Once again, back it's the incredible
Once-ce-ce-ce again
Ba-ba
Back back back
Back-back-back-back it's the incredible