Iron (Iron) in my Soul Iron Through and Through Iron (Iron) in my Soul Iron Through and Through Lay my Body down to etarnal sleep Memories reacalling in my
is black roses, drug dealer poses shoveling that devil?s angel up they noses never let jail turn my shine into Moses couldn?t cleanse my soul with them
to smoke some blunt? "Yessir, we came to smoke some blunts wit you baby." Smoke, Smoke Fest time [Big Boi] Yeah yeah yeah I was lookin to get my skull blowed
smoke Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro, pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul
'm out My raps play the part like a Get Smart secret agent in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Tony Starks in a daze and rhymin, my nigga Lou
stand my heat, it's unbearable My wisdom fucks up your respiratorial Systems are fractured by the killa tactics Style is ragged and thoughts are mad jagged Enter the entity, my
defenseless Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke
the God is upmost My brain never touched the soap Refused to be another fuckin slave that stuffed the boats On puffs of smoke,Im fuckin phenomenal What
waiting. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker than some coal, she set her gaze upon my bootie, with disco in her soul
skin peels off your back From the crack of the whip, it won't heal Ya wish, you had a shield 'cause he wields iron So when you act up, he smokes ya and
' exact on my axis From my head down to my Air Max's, Phil waxes and relaxs Phil also fills up mental food up in your gully basket My name is Jason when
fight, in New Brighton A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest The energy compacted deep within, my inner chest One touch of my eagle
murder 'bout, I'm out My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze And Tony Starks in a daze and Rhymin', my
, last to run Who roll together as one I call my brother son 'cuz he shine like one Check it Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties Like my hair notty and my
soul a little gentler Out of towners don?t be knowin about the best-kepts Ain?t nothing better than the summer in the northwest Microphone check 1-206 Through the smoke
