Braveheart Lyrics
by Slum Village
[Hook: T3]
And they say, we carnivores
Savage
Been raised by wolves
No complaints
It made us us
No praise just breaks and hooks
Braveheart
Hustlin’ niggas, yeah we out to stack
Get that money then double it back
Hustlin’ niggas, yeah we out to stack
Get that money then double it
Braveheart
[Verse 1: Young RJ]
Muy… grande/cudjo of the pack
Black suits, Reservoir Dogs shovels in the back
Dig a ditch quicker, don’t let that liquor get you exposed
Or feel that heat, nigga, 500 on the stove
Dont make me go in beastmode, Benicio
Lyrical Wes Craven so official
Can’t stop it, its new to you, so foreign
Seventh Son stay shinin’ – Jack Torrence
Slice your spleen like a wolverine
Flee the scene like Will Randall walkin’ with a guillotine
Scream if you wanna, it just make my adrenaline rush
I’mma life editor… predator
Meet the messenger, that ain’t no metaphor
Leave you needin’ medical attention, lookin’ pitiful
Beast with the beats on these streets, J-Incredible
Throw you to the dogs, let them feast on your skeletal
[Hook]
[Verse 2: T3]
Mine is loin with an electrical void of appliance
Half live, half dead – Frankstein science
Dissect it, still don’t know what I am
More like spirt of Detroit in climate, in rhymes
Survived when I dived, I was in the Great Lakes
Never drownin’, I knew how to work with my surroundings
Niggas got to see I’m astounding, I’m a down her over bullshit
Walk on tight ropes and still New Balanced
Do what I do, that’s a challenge – niggas fuck with me on this planet
It ain’t all smoke and phone cameras
It all good, it’s outlandish, niggas straight, they slanted
These a friends they addicts, this ain’t how I feel it
It’s basic mechanics…
Brave-hearted, win with the will from the dearly departed
Yeah, we got it nailed, it’s the pros against the novice
Yeah, we eatin’ well from the scales against carcass
[Verse 3: Havoc]
Money all kinda ways
Hatin’ niggas looking at the kid sideways
Cause everyday like a Friday
So fuck ‘em all what i say
Long as the pies made everythin’ high grade
AK, arms reach wherever I lay
I’m that nigga, what you tryna say?
We can make it happen, hadle that right away
I ain’t tryna let the beef linger none
Get up on you, I ain’t have to lift a finger, son
Show you how to bleed a lung
Send you to the essence, see you son
A long kiss goodnight…
Niggas curious, I’ll show you what it look like
What it cook like, all day ‘hood life
Niggas money missin’, homie, get your books right
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Illa J]
You can’t find a nigga thats braver than me never
Ain’t a nigga hotter than me even with three sweaters
Get as much nookie as I got as a rookie with this cleaver
Lines that I spit like darts
So psycho on the microphone, now I wake up like
Did I bite that shark? Rip it apart
Why did I bite that spark in the middle of the day?
And why didn’t I wait til dark?
‘Cause I’mma beast and I’m on a feast
And I came to eat your heart
What the fuck is this?!
Hannibal Lecter, cannibalistic shit that I’m fuckin’ with
Now the microphone’s so hot I need an oven mitt
Rewind my verse to the top
I know you lovin’ it
And if not, I gotta start rewritin’ it
Go under my ‘hood and start rewirin’
And all you lose screws gettin’ fired
I hope it’s understood we not rehirin’
You might as well just go a head and get a job at Coney Island
While I vacation in Ireland…
