So Many Gadgets, Man I Just Cant Choose. Devise On Tha Beatz.
Inspector Gadget As A Kid
When the pumps come off that means its time to listen//when the kid on stage, that’s means the ice will glisten//I cause radio traffic when thunderious static//shots of automatics from the 3rd floor in your attic//I aint an inspecter but you better get yo gadget//for I leave u in the ground six feet in a casket//or better yet have you payin the debt//by bustin 3 shots at your mans neck//I got the warrant so we got gats to//2 sets of twin glocks, yea we pop that to//these bullets have you runnin maybe a block away//got shit that make you wanna put your glocks away//you wanna fuck wit the prophets, you jus gon lose//theres so many gadgets man I jus cant choose//I stay strapped wit a clip and a mac//you always getting hurt like doctor claws cat//before I go out I inspect my gadget//don’t just hold it, you best to clap it//the four fifth u gaurenteed I pack it//hollow tips will turn that chest to ashes//these motha fuckers get shot and cooked//when they get outta line like kids with coloring books//fuck your MO, I aint got time for rookies//the tech will drop seeds, like your brain was pussy