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