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Almighty Group - Super Ninjas Lyrics

[First Verse: Cappadonna]

Yeah things wanna hop out cabs and shit, yo check it out...
Yeah I was chillin' in my cab
Picked up these four niggas
I could tell by the look on they face that they was trickin'
So I took them to they rest stop
They pulled out the thicket
Said they was going to kill me
Then they took the weapon
So I bust off my clothes, I started to skip
I got to my man blue house I feel like shit
[?] We plan no attack
And two weeks later we got the wind back
Dumb niggas out here wanna rob and steal
And hit them banks motherfucker that's keepin it real
And ain't nobody gonna squeal
Cut that bread out
Everybody get a mil
'Sno turning back now
Hope nobody don't lose it
This is just what the fuck you gotta do for the music
Hip hop!

[Second Verse: Nino Graye]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
The picture's on the corner
By the bank waitin to make the ins
I take a step to the curb
Heard a person yell "Take his bread!"
Searchin' for the problem
I got him right when he made a left
On the street in a Jeep
Seen him tryin' to break his neck
Passin' off and pack to the back of the cab
Cappadonna's drivin'
I feel these stupid motherfuckers eyein'
We pack stilettos and black metal
Plant one in your chest
Watch your back open and bloom like flower petals
But they bogus I know it they keep rollin'
Maybe they see him playing
Bronze in a van with the door open
Just grinnin'
Waitin' for Bis and 80 to make withdrawals
Cut the phones drop the workers, take it all
Walk out the front door, we all made off
Just like Bernie, fuck a jury, raise hell til they burn me

[Third Verse: Planet Asia]
Yeah
Hi-end fascist splashin'
Lone wolf baby in a stroller
Style cobra
Super Ninja solar with soldier
Gold chain code of conduct
Million dollar plots flood my Motorola
Get it at all costs
This is a movie about a mob boss
Ice [?] Mafia illegal yard cross
Medallion is mural
Money exchange strange dinero
We back on the block spending nothing but Euros
Stashin' a box:
Hash, Glocks, gloves, a machete, Koran
A couple black mask and a top
We transform like robots
Run up on you with guns for fun
Extort every member part of your co-op
I let the K scream for say supreme
In the street chasin' fiends
This is the lifestyle that Jason bring
Na-mean?
My military regime fuckin' over your whole team

[Fourth Verse: Canibus]
Germaine's quatrain
Modern day Mark Twain
Heatin' up a bowl o' shark fin shark soup with lo mein
Burn Hollywood, burn
Motherfucker wait your turn
I flick the ash from the sherm in the urn
Never argue with crazy people, you gon' lose
I sit in my room and watch the magnetic north move
Jog in place 'til my shoe soles rip off
Then just replace it with a moleskin of o' my wall
I'm a writer, so I write things down
I try to live life righteous, but I can't right the wrongs right now
So do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there because I did not die
I don't care what you focus on
I was drawn to the [Timoan calm?]
Killah Priest, Tony Stark, Cappadon, Golden Arms
Blacker than the upper torso o' the onyx statue that belonged to Saddam
Locate the Stargate five minutes before it close
A black hole forms from a source code
Ten thousand miles an hour - indicated speed
My space trap barrel rolls ninety degrees
I press right left pedal flair, autorotation midair
I weave through the meteors in the atmosphere
I'm Woody Harrelson on top of the mountain, shoutin':
"Praise the god of Rastafari fountain!"
Sedia gestatoria, they carry the warrior
From Astoria New York to Africa Pretoria
Listenin' to Vertical Horizon n' Audioslave
"She was the best you ever had, Germaine"
I'm a futuristic gap-teethed Bokeem Woodbine
Carl Weather Predator, 2Pac off Good Times
Life is just a series of patterns, 'til the cycle is broken
My mind is open, my thoughts are born
The word is spoken, I am the chosen
Goddamn SISPA and SOPA
A one-way trip to Cassiopeia
Shit rolls downhill, rainwater drops on my head
Chip's on my shoulder, that's how I feel