The Projects (Feat. Shyeim)

Peace, God (peace to the gods)
How you, God?
Studyin' 120 right now
Call me back at the God Hour

The f
It's just the new way of thinkin'
Light up the broccoli, kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open
Push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doin' it

Bound by honor, sword take over the set
Rap from here to Quebec
Throw up the TEC, crash your intellect, select a vet
Swimsuit mammal handle

Yo, every fly vandal, throw your project
Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
Wally sandal just a sample, my n- fertilize thoughts
Show mad support, drink a quart then vamp

One nasty can blow
My pen sterile, won't perform if I'm not lampable
Askin' my man'll get you slapped down, play the anthem
Lit it, who with it? Champagne get it, that's the ticket

Silent nines soundin' like crickets
Snatch your worker's shipment
Pull her hair, long d- it, we talk right before we left lifted
Just like a long sleeve, guess who ripped it?

(Projects) my n- survive, just like a movin' target
(Projects) where n- live and some sell garbage, that's
(Projects) try to escape the flyin' shells, dodgin'
(New York projects) I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin'

Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
Behind every fortune, there's a crime
This technique is TEC-nine
Blast at any close encounter of the third kind

This be the evil that man do, we dismantle any adversary
Then n- all thumbs and can't handle my flurry
Hear me, you jam on, you want to scare me
Don't even kid me, s- in my coat aimin' at your kidney

Pressure, red-hot like Chili Pepper
Black & Decker hardware, avoid the leper
Five o'clock shadow boxer hold down the sector
Bet your bottom dollar lecture be hard to swallow

007 mark, the secret agent
That macks well and gets smart through entertainment
Welcome to the killing fields with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie n- goin' through changes

(Projects) my n- survive, just like a movin' target
(Projects) where n- live and some sell garbage, that's
(Projects) try to escape the flyin' shells, dodgin'
(New York projects) I'm livin' large, yo, stop miragin'

Suck my d-, It's the kid with the fat knob
I bust all into your face, plus it come in globs
Quick, get on your knees with your sweet p-, let it breathe
Two fingers is all in your h-, think I can fit three?

Your pink lips spreaded and s-, let me throw my d- in
Grab my s- and place it gently on your -
Ping-pong p-, wide world the womb
Titties saggin', stomach on some shriveled up prune

Too much air in your p-
You're screamin' that it's talkin' to you, daddy
Fart's breathin' out your lips
Splashin' my d- badly

Use vinegar to try to tighten up your ginger
Almighty d- ran in with a cape, some call him engine
Lightnin' rod bob, black candy cane attached to God
Thick like a Great Adventure cigar, in your garage

Pregnant p- have you fall out like Rémy on the house
Watch the teeth when slobbin' my s-, you bit it on the couch
Dry p- lead to friction burns, plus beef I hone
The condom broke, b-, you got AIDS? I'm shakin' in my bones