Stop the Press - Opio

Your whole team is a crowd of charlatans

A sad commentary on the hearts of men

We barked once then we bargin' in

Make or lay mothafucka cuz we sharks with fins

One drop of blood in the millions gallons of water

I’m on to galvanise your slaughter

Appear out of nowhere like how’s your daughter

Laughing hella fiendishly… your hardest rocker

Commin from the sideline commentary

Tom and Jerry pop cherries, but I ride freaks

Girls who like to shrub me at the royal reefs suites

And more of these beats can ensure that we eat

They flounderin, lobster and shrimps

Snakes will surround you, you gotta be swift

Indiana Jones and the temple of doom

My thoughts are Al Capone, how your enemies loom

Uh it’s psychological combat

With that empire infallible with life that’s beyond rap

I come from an era where your mic can get charged at

From rappin on stage and you look like a mall rat (hehe)

Silent Bob see, a violent mob

At the house party trippin when the mic is on

Pencil neck geeks and pipsqueaks is mince meat

Hacky sack and frisbee, now you wanna mc?

-what?

You ain’t halfway creative

A sideshow oddity the math I relate

Keep your mind growing constantly, smile for the cameras

You never get a show where they wild with the hammers

Hear it into your soul like a rays of a gamma, with stamina

See it into your eyes you’s a cancerous tumour

A sideway shooter and a rumour mill

Ganks getting over but I’m sure to hold a mil?

Me I’m not about all the rubys and emeralds

And «alibaba-alakazam», I keep it simple

You come thru the east side of Oakland

Showin these diamonds glowin

See your neck might get broken, I told em

That’s not a threat it’s a bet, I keep it low key

In the jungle they know me as Mowgli

Raised with the wolves but I only go so deep

Back in junior high my homies used to hold heat

And get that money sayin «Op» got cold feet

Fuckin with that herb and rock, duckin police

I gave em multiple reasons, I’m close to my freedom

And don’t wanna be em, when cold and not breathin

I roll with the heathens

Most of us roach, so we focused on greenbacks

And hope to achieve that…

American dream

Pirouettin ' vets and harrows thats clean?

It’s the pharaoh black king