CF, Constant Flow, Dontique Mangual, CF feat. Dontique Mangual - Bars feat. Dontique Mangual

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My rebel army, we some camouflage troopers
Workin' in the back—we like the Fraggle Rock Doozers
Destroy and rebuild and kill Babylon’s future
Real would never get us—we a paradox to ya
And son, I’m gonna scout from Seattle to
Leave ‘em with red heads and call ‘em Carrot Top Juniors
Marriott cougars in the telly with the next chick
Indebted, X quick just like that Farrakhan rumor
Y’all basura, we some sanitation workers
Not rocking Charles Dutton; this ain’t an act—I will murk ya
Computer thug—never have ta wave a burner
But see a red dot and they mistake you for a cursor
If it’s beef, I’mma have ta take it further
Son, I overkill it—I assassinate a burger
Rise of the apes—not in silly costumes
Return of Caesar’s reign—it's a gorilla on zoom
I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between
When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin')
Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors
What about the bars? (So stop frontin')
It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws
But we taking ours. (The fam tell ‘em)
Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame
Homie, it’s. Billionaire rebellion
Yo, my killa shine—y'all just shadow puppets
Flippin' they wig like Gabby Giffords or Gabby Douglas
You Gabba Gabba! rappers—I'mma have to camel clutch ‘em
These old pussies, I’mma prehistoric-mammal fuck ‘em
You never see me in a phantom stuntin'
Just a Toyota truck with cannons mounted on the back and ammo buckin'
Gaddafi killers in my clan—son, we bang for nothin'
Assatassassins in my gang—yo, we stand for somethin'
These ragamuffins with flak jackets and ratchets tucked in
The Rambo thugs bring heat—not a standing oven
My flow’s a flammable substance—I spit fire
Leave my foes froze like Pompeii’s volcanic eruptions
Y’all poonani—I leave your vaginal cavity gushin'
It’s Jumanji way my animals rushing family functions
So we scheme hard—y'all will never get together
My team beyond the scene—we gon' wreck this thing forever
I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between
When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin')
Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors
What about the bars? (So stop frontin')
It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws
But we taking ours. (The fam tell ‘em)
Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame
Homie, it’s. Billionaire rebellion
Out of many, I’m the one—like the meaning of «e pluribus unum»
Be the nigga nice, so you better recruit him or shoot him
I ain’t talking shiest or just wise—all my guys’ll salute ‘em
I’ll locate stashes and loot ‘em. The cats pursue them in voodoo
They tryna mute ‘em, just use ‘em as target practice—we gunnin'
Put the game on with ratchets, «Who want it?»
Sendin' ‘em from the Empire to London
Deadly as the hard weapon, the city and villages runnin'
Too hungry to be the hunted, a threat if you living lavish
Depth of UFO’s at the Baltic Sea—y'all average
Go hard, so measure my worth in karats
Taught to be on point like hookers in the bars with needle habits
You don’t want no static like gas station attendants
Trappin' in every sentence—haul ammo to assailants
Guerilla warfare, we in the trenches
Spitting like double-gauge twelves ‘til they defenseless
I do it for the hood, the stars, and everyone in between
When it’s time to spark, (we keep gunnin')
Yeah, they talking ‘bout the jewels, the cars, and all of the smoke and mirrors
What about the bars? (So stop frontin')
It’s been a long road so far, goin' against the laws
But we taking ours. (The fam tell ‘em)
Kill and live for the love of the game with the dough, keep the fame
Homie, it’s. Billionaire rebellion