Hash. by The Tribe Akashic Lyrics
Yo come back when you're ready bro
Uh northside
7 ultra in the motherfucking yeah look
Flatbush in the motherfucking (No Philly Whatup)
Look it's the village in the ma (Cleveland don't move)
It's Tribe Shit
Yo check it
[Verse 1: Sunny Velour]
Well I’m take you back to ’95 when niggas got shine
Wicked it was still in flavorsome bout mines
See half these niggas out here lying vulture rhymes
Look me in the eyes nobody’s ever died from your stupid lines
These pussies act like they got 9 lives how ironic
Must be coming at posse pull at the tribe they duck and roll like Sonic
Shit can get real catastrophic nobody can stop it
I smack your moms and check her motherfucking pockets
They asking why so violent see they Henny Hen got my sinny sins dipping out of my closets stuck on my Timberlands
Love the Benjamins the loot don’t get it misconstrued
And make me have to test your bulletproof
As the lights are slowly pull up on your crew
I smoke you like a bong goes check 1, 2
Hit em up with the lyrics from the illest IQ’s when I grips the mic the crowd acts the folder over
[Verse 2: RBT JNS]
Yo excuse the frompiers the Tobias with the PI used to talk society with neuroscientists but really on my mind is pushing slam Berliner sinuses Olenna Mudulla like I'm Kroger beat the rubix shoot the roofer
Called the Uber on mankind it's fall in line and shiz
The passion for the grind I guess immaculate
My practice quarterback and you can dive and shit
Creating space for niggas thinking it
Was safe and fuck what you say can you even
Play I can't even take time to remind y'all I'm
The baseline jumping
This is for the ones never frontin' bumping in the
Bubble of the function construction of my style what the fuck you mean I'm the swing , front and keep your guard and smile
Thinking it through the moments never skipper
Press my conscience on the gripper
That's so nigga watch your neck I'm telling you now
[Verse 3: Sir Plata]
Hittin' the flows so me and my hands be mugging at the beat
Because I am a glutten that faked [?] ultimate
Bringing the tribe that we were this mental
Stuttin' and watch your buzz drop like Andy coming no frontin'
I hope y'all niggas listening
You looking for war my nigga look again
We got the ones to pick like cotton gin
Purist baby souls at christening look in the face of siblence
We be simple when when I drop rhymes with my kin
Murder men like you got me nose
I'm killing it with this pen worth nigga
Nightingale never even seen sicker G's split the tea at the enemies
Getting they caps free nigga degree getters
I'll be right in the paper that's why I just keep telling these niggas "insert [?]hood"
Italicized is good without big foot
You shouldn't dement her That dummies who thinking you fly come to yo senses
Create my own waves bitch the moon jealous
Uh northside
7 ultra in the motherfucking yeah look
Flatbush in the motherfucking (No Philly Whatup)
Look it's the village in the ma (Cleveland don't move)
It's Tribe Shit
Yo check it
[Verse 1: Sunny Velour]
Well I’m take you back to ’95 when niggas got shine
Wicked it was still in flavorsome bout mines
See half these niggas out here lying vulture rhymes
Look me in the eyes nobody’s ever died from your stupid lines
These pussies act like they got 9 lives how ironic
Must be coming at posse pull at the tribe they duck and roll like Sonic
Shit can get real catastrophic nobody can stop it
I smack your moms and check her motherfucking pockets
They asking why so violent see they Henny Hen got my sinny sins dipping out of my closets stuck on my Timberlands
Love the Benjamins the loot don’t get it misconstrued
And make me have to test your bulletproof
As the lights are slowly pull up on your crew
I smoke you like a bong goes check 1, 2
Hit em up with the lyrics from the illest IQ’s when I grips the mic the crowd acts the folder over
[Verse 2: RBT JNS]
Yo excuse the frompiers the Tobias with the PI used to talk society with neuroscientists but really on my mind is pushing slam Berliner sinuses Olenna Mudulla like I'm Kroger beat the rubix shoot the roofer
Called the Uber on mankind it's fall in line and shiz
The passion for the grind I guess immaculate
My practice quarterback and you can dive and shit
Creating space for niggas thinking it
Was safe and fuck what you say can you even
Play I can't even take time to remind y'all I'm
The baseline jumping
This is for the ones never frontin' bumping in the
Bubble of the function construction of my style what the fuck you mean I'm the swing , front and keep your guard and smile
Thinking it through the moments never skipper
Press my conscience on the gripper
That's so nigga watch your neck I'm telling you now
[Verse 3: Sir Plata]
Hittin' the flows so me and my hands be mugging at the beat
Because I am a glutten that faked [?] ultimate
Bringing the tribe that we were this mental
Stuttin' and watch your buzz drop like Andy coming no frontin'
I hope y'all niggas listening
You looking for war my nigga look again
We got the ones to pick like cotton gin
Purist baby souls at christening look in the face of siblence
We be simple when when I drop rhymes with my kin
Murder men like you got me nose
I'm killing it with this pen worth nigga
Nightingale never even seen sicker G's split the tea at the enemies
Getting they caps free nigga degree getters
I'll be right in the paper that's why I just keep telling these niggas "insert [?]hood"
Italicized is good without big foot
You shouldn't dement her That dummies who thinking you fly come to yo senses
Create my own waves bitch the moon jealous