Subliminal Criminal

Bushwick Bill

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    F/ sherm

    [intro]
    Doctor wolfgang i heard you was a mastermind of crimes baby
    And i'd like you to break it down for me
    And have a nigga know about the criminal aspects
    And it's subliminal criminal aspect of a brother's life and all that ...
    Man, nigga you need to get in, get out and get something
    (i need some of that muthafunkin dollarbill)
    Nigga what, ain't nobody given me no handouts (break it down for me)
    Yeah i'ma tell you how it goes

    [verse 1: bushwick bill]
    It ain't your average crime, it fits one of mines
    I tried to warn 'em at first but i've got to prove it this time
    They call me chuck wick, the 5th ward, hard crippler
    Niggas think i'm the devil, bitches hail me like hitler
    But still, i'm real with these skills that i've mastered
    Peelin your caps backwards so i've never been captured
    So i'm physically and mentally relentless
    I live for the killing, and chuckie's my accomplice
    And me, i'm a psycho coma
    Killer with the skills, releasin these tales of drama
    That fuck around and sell a million copies still
    Motherfucking coppers wanna watch me chill
    That lets me know i'm on they brain
    So they're never out my range, cause i'm shootin like danny ainge
    Dumpin two clips minimal, now i'm at your funeral
    Should've never fucked with the subliminal criminal

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    [chorus]
    It's the subliminal criminals at the door
    The enemies didn't know they had a loaded 4-4
    And he's cockin his glock, each one is gon' drop
    (and your wicked) just can't be stopped

    [verse 2: sherm]
    Well it's sherm, who dat comin up to the bath, as i rat-tat-tat-tat
    Grab yo gat and watch your fucking back
    This ain't no ho-gang, bitch, it's on the real
    So you best to be packin your steel, or you bitch be getting killed
    Jackings and robberies ain't nothin but hobbies
    So you best to check your vest and don't be rollin by me sloppy
    Cos i'ma jack you, fool i'ma get you
    9 millimeter spray hit you bitch and let ya split ya
    So knuckle down or motherfucker knuckle up
    'bout to get fucked all that chucks
    So don't push your motherfucking luck
    357, 9 millimeter, or the tec-9 shine
    If i see bitch-made pulling next to me i can be goin for mine
    Old-school motherfucker, but i'm only 18
    Steppin hard for the scene, in '95 you gon' see what i mean
    Fillin up the hospital, stressin out my mental
    So say what's up to a subliminal criminal

    [outro]
    Dr. wolfgang von buschwicken the barbarian mother-funky stay high dollar billstir
    Is gonna break down what makes up a subliminal criminal
    And why it's a white-collar crime
    [ "subliminal" ]: below the threshold of conscious perception
    Inadequate to produce conscious awareness
    [ "criminal" ]: of evolvin or havin the nature of a person
    Who has committed or being legally convicted guilty of a crime
    It is shameful and disgraceful that you don't know what time it is

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    Composition: Mike Dean and Richard Shaw

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