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Teller Banks - Ringling Bros Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy, yeah, uh
Yeah, ayy
Yo, ayy
Yo

[Verse 1]
The land in its entirety is ours
The empire's boss, all the priors lost
Caught priors applyin' force
Light the pliers with a blowtorch 'til they red hot
Lie again, it's a higher cost
Slid like the tire marks
Might slide until the tires off
Squeeze the iron with the grip of the lion's paw
This high science, god, you not one of ours
You from the other side, pulled the sidearm
Vince Young, 10mm might fire off
My mother warned y'all that I'm slightly off
Cut from the king's cloth, thеy tryna bite the sire's saucе
Divinely inspired, this from a higher source
If I find the source, I might fuck around and buy it all
The stockpile tall
Shot the party up from the window to the wall
Seen a couple niggas crawlin' off
All's fair in the art of war, laughed it off, hardy-har
Hit it with the remix like I'm Marley Marl
I inspired y'all, hold the .44 sideways like some handlebars
His pops had a mean handle, but his son is soft
The semi-auto made him somersault
I'm eatin' fresh bread with parmesan and truffle oil
A little red pepper flakes to accommodate the shepherd's taste
Might fold my legs and levitate
Meditate with the .38, my energy just resonate
[Interlude]
Yeah, ayy
I tried told these motherfuckers they can't fuck with me, man
I tried told these bitch-ass niggas they can't fuck with me, man
Yeah, ayy
Yo

[Verse 2]
Bulletproof, but my heart broken
If I'm sober, bet my pistol smokin'
Baby text me, say she missed me, must've missed her moment
Say she miss the old me, now he gone, send some condolence
Don't get caught up in the moment
Karma catchin' niggas, don't take your eyes off the opponent
Bet I got it if I need it, bet I get it if I want it
Never lackin', always gave it my best
I bet the scars on me matchin' the fork marks on the Pyrex
40 on my side case I gotta do a side quest
Why, yes, that's a vest on my chest
Niggas out here hopin' that I lose like they got next
All part of the process, problems precede progress
Rob Peter to pay Paul, Paul probably get popped next, uh
I close my eyes, unidentified flyin' objects, uh
My enterprise was Enterprise and a vac-sealer
My role models was gangbangers and crack dealers
Them hollow-points make a mushroom, that's cap peelin'
I hit glass ceilings crackin' seals, so I cracked ceilings
Thought I made it past dealin', now I'm back in it
Makin' up for other niggas' bad business
They ain't stop me, but they hurt me, though
It's all about who still around when all the curtains close
Smokin' doe, tryna unlearn the shit that hurt to know
The world is merciless, the Lord I serve is merciful
I found my purpose in these verses, it get personal
Yo