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BIG SYKE lyrics : "Satellite Niggaz"

[Syke talking]
[laughing]
%#@!, yeah

Yeah, beam me up,
The only thing on earth,
that can find a satelite ^!$$%

is a black superman
(Above The Law)


[Verse 1:]

See I dwell in the land where nobody else can understand

How I feel the need to increase my speed
I keep my %#@! on potent while I'm ignoring,
Punk mother$#&@as, KMG, westcoastin'

Do what I'ma have tos,
So you can catch the essence of this black brother
Caught up in the rapture,

I bend a corner in the mist, (Str8 up)
On the low rider town
Chop a chicken deal wid it

Satelite ^!$$%z, all up in ya home town
Cultivatin' and waitin' to put this California grind down
Yeah and it just don't stop,

Got that S on my chest
And my five hundred out the shop
Laced wit twenties livin', lovely

Indo to drug me,
Beverley rats to rub me,
And I think that I'll never go legit

Long as, California keep pushin' that bomb %#@!

[Hook:]

Satelite ^!$$%z gotta ball,
While the willies lay and pray for our downfall,
We slide worldwide, rollin' memorising

Cookie hungry hoes keep despizing

[Verse 2: Big Syke]


Remember me I got kis comin' from overseas,
Ain't no fleas around these clockin' Gs

From LA to North Carolina you will find a,
Satelite ^!$$% big wheeler wid all kinda
Rem-edies to kill poverty inflation level

Street degrees to Gs, congratulations to several
Thug scholars we honor cause you made it out baller,
Street clout, $#&@ what they talkin' about, shot callers

We need, to kill the greed of the starvin' youth
Substitute game from loot and what you plan to shoot
The stupid ^!$$%s get disciplined, but listen when,

Incarcerated hated enemies in the state pen
Evil grin on faces all day cases evolve
So they'll never solve, high speed chases

Better paces is near, have no fear in your eyes
Keep praying to the skies for the prize,
Satelite ^!$$%z


[Hook x2]


[Verse 3:]

Now I'ma take y'all back like some ole school Parliament %#@!

Like rollin' Zenith and doin' small time licks
Picture this, I was on the highway
Wid fifteen chickens in the trunk,

Ready to get my endz ready to dump
Do y'all remeber when that jeep was thirteen five
When we had just setup shop out Lil Rock

We did the double back flip that %#@! easy
Then we took some homies up to Detroit,
And some down to Tennessee,

Cause that's the way its gotta be
Yo smooth like Goldie,
Mack like Billy D,

Because satelite ^!$$%z come in all shapes and sizes
Big like Willy tall like high risers,
Rollin' stretch 5 double Os, pimpin' L-dogs
Blowin' smoke on them 20-inch mo mos
I asked the homies what'll be next,

They already pimpin' and $#&@in' on the internet,
Yo, so keep your game sugar free
Like the black superman satelite ^!$$% O-G, uh
And ya don't stop,
Yo, I say, and ya don't quit,

Yeah, in this life this
It don't take nuthin' for me to play a (*##$
And I'm out.... Above the Law y'all

[Hook x2]

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