Secret Weapon's Rap Book

[Secret Weapon]

Yall already know.

"Out The Storm"

Verse: So slick, but I can electrocute like an eel/
Then make you like wet p****, get you an open feel/

You crazy thinking that you rate as a heavyweight/
This chopper (AK47) float you to the air, now you a featherweight/

I should be Afro Man the way I'm close to the colt/
Sharks circle this fort, advice step from the moat/

No copyrights, still yall couldn't quote/
Our lines clap from the sky, from there, call them a thunderbolt/

Apply heat to yo spout, you'll steam like a kettle/
We rock-n-rollers so we sound with heavy metal/

Be unaware, we'll use that as a weapon/
Putting more metal in yo mouth then Jaws offa 007/

A rat with no cheese don't make a lotta sense/
Why you can't get it? Your lactose intolerant/

How I'm coming (rapping), yall should call me vile/
An I'll spit acid in yo face to finish yall off like Reptile/

So with this rap $hit, my focus is hard to break /
Cuz I concentrate, like monks that meditate/

I'm a word bank if you looking for a source/
Know I am the Olympics, I will ignite that torch/

Then be Young Skywalker, cause I have the force/
My bills the support of life, call them the stork/

Tryna look into my heart is wearing aviators/
The lyrics? Not to worry, they rise up like elevators/

Speaking like they'll be back, name them the Terminator/
Driving pass yo corpse is how I mean see ya later/

I'm the artist you can't claim another greater/
I'll peel off and scale like gators/

Talk like you balling, budgets ain't care free/
Buying candy at the mall is only how you get a shopping spree/

My $hit bring pain, so I twirl it, torrent/
Just ghost left at the disaster, people saw it horrid/

Nastiness .....

[Secret Weapon]

"On My Grizzy"

[Hook x2]: B**** stop calling, can't you see I'm busy?/
Got the flow and hustle, now I'm on my grizzy/
I wanna see digits where my sight dizzy/
The point where you can't stand the rain like missy/

Verse: I'm a business man, with measures, I'm acute/
Cuz I do like computers, not calculate I compute/

I don't know how you send n***** just to shoot/
You'll be the reason why fishermen cast a rod and find a boot/

The last thing I'd do is let cops capture me/
Dealt like a hospital, n**** we the faculty/

Going after this paper, I find it where it be/
And I just discovered it, That's what I call hide-n-seek/

Fiends would come to me if I start selling white/
Admiring it's beauty, they display it as an aphrodite/

Put points on yo graph, my whole click goin grab/
15 on my back (Jason Kidd), dimes is all I pass/

Framed at it's edges, art pictographs/
They functions, Pre-Calculus, I show you math/

I'm an editor, all I have is hard facts/
So I elevate and crank up like car jacks/

[Secret Weapon]

I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. Check this out.

"The Hold Up"

[Hook x2]: What yall doing, p***y n****s hold up/
Hit the deck, I don't wanna see a nose up/
Stay on the ground, if you scared better fold up/
Crack the safe b****, this a muhf***ing Hold Up/

Verse:Yall know the drill, open what you stowing/
Try me and you get killed trying to be heroic/

Follow our directions and we'll be some kind fellas/
Or we'll store you for your value like a wine cellar/

We on a time limit, b**** you pushing my patience/
Comply or you bombs at a gasoline station/

Faster, I don't want cops outside waiting/
I'm Speedy Gonzalez if it come to car chasing/

Them streets notebook paper, I'd leave it torn/
The boys can't tell, my trail a sandstorm/

I don't have to worry, a plan my n****s carry/
Plot a spot out and branch it like a library/

Our only concern, is dipping from the coppers/
Quick enough to where they can't send helicopters/

We gotta blast off on em' like rockets/
Or the Apocalypse on Earth , the scene is chaotostrophic/