Gucci Gang

Darkness there And nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to Dream before; but the silence was unbroken, The stillness gave no token, and the only word There spoken was the whispered word, Ayo, the name is unchangeable, Brainstorm the Universal Chain Gang slanging my veins, Painting my verses Strange stain paint on the page, Blazing the purple Main dames holding my Thang-thangs in they purses Handcuffs to holding Tanks, cages in Kirkland Faces say straight but Inside they hurting I rhyme for Jon Jay and The crooked line for certain It's been built from The ground up since a youngster with curfew The Rooftop hustler scrambles to get the gamble From Dice rolls to blackjack, the credit scandal The nice Point stuck to your chest, I run with the Handle If I'm damaged, I spit with a humpback Like a camel The pathological rhyme sayer but I'm The greatest The hidden message, unspoken word Behind the pages In many words it's crazy, Destined to see the pesos I'm a king cause I say so, real crown for my haters Blade Slice skin, this shit is a breeze like the Night's wind Never fight sin, spit out the horror To frighten men The lightning hits the rooftop, We don't stop Gun cocked, return you to Satan With one shot Blade slice skin, this shit is A breeze like the night's wind Never fight sin, Spit out the horror to frighten men The lightning Hits the rooftop, we don't stop Gun cocked, Return you to Satan with one shot No drugging Motherfucker, destroy a dude's beat From the dirty Southeast, stomp your face into the streets A living Abortion, my riddle with vivid corpses Of death and Destruction, fucking belittle bitches with horse Sticks I've lost it, exhausted, the devil's dark and My forces Blood is gorgeous, especially yours Spit On the porches and doors of all who worship The light I bring the torches of torture at Night My evil forces hold my sources of glorious Fright My brain's sick, heart's dead, Eyes red Putting you weak motherfuckers to bed Big Sleep where the pigs eat, get chewed up like Wrigley Roll a Philly, fog up the lab with Dr. Ill-B We smash you, you think you nuts Homie, they call me cashew I blast you, Rigor mortis stiff froze like a statue The last Dude you ever wanna fuck with, I run this Skills abundant, Lucifer's wrath has fell among us Blade slice skin, this shit is a breeze like The night's wind Never fight sin, spit out the Horror to frighten men The lightning hits the Rooftop, we don't stop Gun cocked, Return you to Satan with one shot Blade slice Skin, this shit is a breeze like the night's Wind Never fight sin, spit out the horror to Frighten men The lightning hits the rooftop, We don't stop Gun cocked, return you to Satan With one shot