Sleepers - Lyrics - Illa Noyz

(feat. Rock (Heltah Skeltah)) [Illa Noyz] For no apparent reason, I jump up and beat ya Wit the sound tryin to live through your receiver out ya speaker Sit back, relax, you need to take a breather Kick it wit my body and soap bake it like Adida Standard operatin procedure, smoke this *** Keep it off the meat racker, coke hinges walls and the meter No why's either, like a phone heater, known to heat up Grade A beef, then chop *** like a meat cleaver The Black Caesar's a gat squeezer, I'm sure to see ya Word to life, my ministry reach ya just like a preacher See how I freak the, sleeper, swifter than Jeter Pull card charge, anywhere like Visa, stay Peter [Chorus: Rock] Now we heard about a lot of *** sleepin, they sleepers In this rap ***, can't nobody beat us Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers Line your fleet up, No Y-Z, turn the degrees up [Illa Noyz] To all non believers, *** in your mouth Some say they like busy tone when phones off the receiver Do this *** at my leisure, your future's bleaker Feel the effects of the sleeper, without ether Capable to peep ya, impostor in the bleacher Through telekinetic, he gone like etonic speaker Genius like Peter, I spit amazin feat-a *** better put me on, like Adam over Eve-a You be happy like you hit the bolleta for six figgas Label me as special guest reeker, known to freak ya *** hotter than your hottest fever And you see a, *** turn more heads than Ike Turn the head of Tina, make ya seen a Cause me to get the street sweeper The dumb deaf I'll blind, cuz I'm my brother's keeper This man eater, turn MC's to bleaters Ain't *** sweeter, as we go it just get deeper Neither you or your crew either, can freak the sleeper Leave up to No Y-Z, *** talkin bout beaver [Chorus: Rock] Aiyo we got industry up in the fiend lock sleeper In this rap ***, can't nobody beat us Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers No Y-Z'll eat a ton wack MC's up, what? I know you punk MC's be sleepin, sleepers In this rap ***, can't nobody beat us Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers Line your fleet up, No Y-Z, turn the degrees up [Illa Noyz] Last word to mamacita, I put *** in sleeper Hold the flow be ill, peep the frequent Caesar Chief the standards of a true MC bro' You see ya, style, cuz Duck in two thou', no I suggest either Note to quote son, causin convertors like seizure Shook one, shakin it close to *** like urethra Grim Reaper in the form of the sleeper, release the New high life filled for the agony of defeater Without the skeezer mic, I use to mistreat ya You can't relinquish this pain, wit no stress for neither [talking] [Chorus: Rock] We got this industry up in the fiend lock sleeper In this rap ***, can't nobody see us Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers No Y-Z'll eat a ton wack MC's up, what? I know you punk MC's be sleepin, sleepers In this rap ***, can't nobody see us Peep the, Illa Noyz had it through your speakers My *** Illa, No Y-Z, turn the degrees up