[Intro]

Yeah, who is this character?

[Hook: Que Hampton & Bishop Nehru]

Crooked people decieve you and try to leave you

Open, take you over and teach you to breed the evils

Closest we get to hell is L’s, clips, bring heat through

The top gun, shots fired, get popped, son

Crooked people decieve you and try to leave you

Open, take you over and teach you to breed the evils

Closest we get to hеll is L’s, clips, bring heat through

The top gun, shots fired, gеt popped, son

[Verse One: Que Hampton]

I pick up the mic and kick a rhyme one time

The sly one, can’t dig or defy him, I fried ‘em

Hell rhyming, jail cells and hell realms

Hot bars, the hot boy, everything I touch burn and burnout the cop cars

That red, white, and blue, symboling freedom and relief

But they the reason we deceased on these streets

That crooked shit, can’t fuck with American corruption

And round ‘em out, and they come, while I’m smoking on that substance

Got it in abundance, fuck school

Uh, still got high grade, the highway my way

But fly on Friday, them 2-3’s do me rudely

Fit mean, all I know is spit venom, and get cream

So, sit back, and watch as I bust it

Suburban Shogun ain’t nothing to fuck with

Fuck around and catch a sword to your bucket

And leave your shit quacked, on some duck shit

I bring the ruckus, heh, nigga I teach you what the vision is

We’ve been property since the birth certificate

And these people talking ‘bout a free nation

Worry ‘bout the government, rather than a free mason

For real, and for the mills, nigga, I’m dream chasing

Double a couple M’s, tell my G’s to keep patient

‘Cause this cold blood nigga bleed Cajun

The beast nation, where we too loud to be caged in

And it’s loud for every occasion

Tryna save the game, ‘cause we slaves to the main shit

And that’s a picture that I can’t be framed in

Faggot rappers claim they hot, ‘cause they really be flaming

But get to the bigger picture, this nigga gon’ get his name in

Chasing bigger figures and promise, the change won’t change him

And I’ve never been a lie

The truth in the booth, it’s the Product Of ‘95

[Hook: Que Hampton & Bishop Nehru]

Crooked people decieve you and try to leave you

Open, take you over and teach you to breed the evils

Closest we get to hell is L’s, clips, bring heat through

The top gun, shots fired, get popped, son

Crooked people decieve you and try to leave you

Open, take you over and teach you to breed the evils

Closest we get to hell is L’s, clips, bring heat through

The top gun, shots fired, get popped, son

[Verse Two: Que Hampton]

In the hood, that red can’t switch to blue

But when them coppers come and stop you, them colors flash on the roof

And he crooked, watch what he do

Hit a buck smooth, and the groupies

Switch gears in the booth, it’s Que, switch to Nehru

[Verse Three: Bishop Nehru]

Uh, body-bagging rappers in an instant

I’m in this game, catching fame from the glimpses

Now dig this flow, super deluxe I know

Don’t get comfortable, my set next to blow

And yo, my team leaving, the breathing it’s seeming

No reason competing, we eating

Easily feast in the beast, we defeating

Now please with the grieving, elite when I’m speaking

My flow be reaching the land where the sand is hot

The grandest spot, your mans better plan to stop

You staying to rot, not fans, or your clan of cops

My standards dropped after your stanzas flopped

Now stand and watch, and turn it up a notch, nigga, got ya

I spot ya, don’t try to add me to your roster

A monster, been to honor for you to bother

I conquer any beat you throw, shit is bonkers

[Outro: Que Hampton & Bishop Nehru]

Motherfucker

Fly shit

Son, we here, nigga (Taking over, nigga)

It’s like ‘95, ‘96, nigga (This is for the Shogun Era, nigga)

Got chicks who suck dick, nigga (Yo, yo, yo, what up, nigga?)

Real quick, nigga, fuck is you talking about, nigga? (It’s too easy, easy shit)

We here, nigga (All y’all other niggas out there are wack right now)

(That’s what I fucking know, nobody fucking listen to y’all)

Fuck is you talking about, nigga? (Y’all niggas is trash)

Fuck all y’all niggas that think y’all can rap (My niggas taking over man, real shit)

Yeah, nigga

We all on the video too, nigga (But y’all niggas is wack)

Fuck is you talking about?

This on the real track, nigga

I’m talking out the side of the mic, nigga (Even that “real, hardcore” shit wack too, word is bond)

Fuck is you talking about, nigga?

We here, nigga

Shogun, nigga (Word is bond, we not fucking with none of y’all niggas out right now)

Bitch, Chosen Era (None of y’all niggas)

Que

Back one more time

Fuck

*laughter*