Mysterium by The5thspirit Lyrics
(Intro)
It's The Motherfucking SPiRiT, bitch!
(Hook)
Yeah!
Niggas ain't fucking with me (yeah)
Bitch I'mma put you to sleep (yeah)
Your girl wanna fuck with the team (yeah)
But we gon' stick to the cream (yeah)
Feeling like I'm Master P (yeah)
Making your bitch wanna scream (yeah)
Houston's where I'm gonna be (yeah)
Dallas is where I'mma sleep (yeah)
(Verse)
A lot of these niggas can't handle defeat
Hoe, please put your man on a leash (what!)
Screaming for help, you'll be abandoned asleep
The ghost of Left Eye, 'cause this man gon' creep (Damn!)
Third eye like Hiei, making an new age
Rappers are slaves when they ride on my new wave
Where I come from niggas act so pretty
But get shot on TV like First 48 (god damn!)
Representing Highway 35, shit be getting live
Pull up in a drive by like Biggie Smalls, you'll be hypnotized
36 bullets be stuck in my chamber
Wu-Tang shit for all of my haters
Chopping them up, put in my blunts, smoking them up, then
I blow em like vapors
Breaking yourself like Anderson Silva, stacking some candy like man in the mirror
Like J. Dilla, this beat will get iller, came back from the dead like Michael from Thriller
Shoutout to Hood-E, he live in a palace
Keep it hundred, I keep it an thousand
Representing Dallas til I R.I.P
It's The Motherfucking S-P-I-R-I-T, you bitch!
It's The Motherfucking SPiRiT, bitch!
(Hook)
Yeah!
Niggas ain't fucking with me (yeah)
Bitch I'mma put you to sleep (yeah)
Your girl wanna fuck with the team (yeah)
But we gon' stick to the cream (yeah)
Feeling like I'm Master P (yeah)
Making your bitch wanna scream (yeah)
Houston's where I'm gonna be (yeah)
Dallas is where I'mma sleep (yeah)
(Verse)
A lot of these niggas can't handle defeat
Hoe, please put your man on a leash (what!)
Screaming for help, you'll be abandoned asleep
The ghost of Left Eye, 'cause this man gon' creep (Damn!)
Third eye like Hiei, making an new age
Rappers are slaves when they ride on my new wave
Where I come from niggas act so pretty
But get shot on TV like First 48 (god damn!)
Representing Highway 35, shit be getting live
Pull up in a drive by like Biggie Smalls, you'll be hypnotized
36 bullets be stuck in my chamber
Wu-Tang shit for all of my haters
Chopping them up, put in my blunts, smoking them up, then
I blow em like vapors
Breaking yourself like Anderson Silva, stacking some candy like man in the mirror
Like J. Dilla, this beat will get iller, came back from the dead like Michael from Thriller
Shoutout to Hood-E, he live in a palace
Keep it hundred, I keep it an thousand
Representing Dallas til I R.I.P
It's The Motherfucking S-P-I-R-I-T, you bitch!