Lyrics – “Open Black Book” by Mickey Boston & Regimental Oneton

Posted on September 20, 2013

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The homie Lucas Weld Nas hit me up the day “Open Black Book” dropped and immediately requested the lyrics to this joint. This one is join out to Lucas out in Morocco, big ups to everyone holding the Brosky and Oneton down. Shouts to all our fans and supporters and everyone who gave this tentacle hiphop the credit it well deserved. Big ups XEptional.

Verse 1 – Regimental Oneton

I swing, bounds of beef, hacksaw limbs, a thousand thieves

I burn bitch, a thousand trees

I stand firm pussy, I never met my knees,But bitch please ,

I spilled seed on a thousand sheets.

I split creece at a veteran peak and crack teeth with feet

Oneton don’t retreat from creeps

You better call them , your homies and such

Call the connect , fake fuck ’cause your beats are backed up

I take form as a Hurricane storm, fantasies of a Shotgun farm

Leave me alone don’t invade my home, end up in a hole in the back of my lawn

I make the rules, a new criminal code,

like no more bitches swinging from no poles

No more killer fucking youth huddled pissing and cold

You better call them , you’ve been told

I’m a top boy, at the peak of the game,

keep your name out your mouth and we can keep it the same.                                                   

HOOK

Open Black Book, You can’t test this,

you can’t fuck with my hands on your click I piss

We open Black Book, man we crossing MC’s,

and we smoke them like Herb merk em and blow em in the breeze.

Open Black Book, you can’t test this

You can’t fuck with my hands on your click I piss

We open Black Book, we are crossing MC’s

And we smoke em like Herb, Merk em , blowing in the breeze. 

Verse 2 – Mic-key Boston

Let us incubate what we insinuate; your hands fake, manipulate

you aint got the arms to carry weight.

As of late, you motherfuckers out of shape

and i could give a fuck if your album really great

dont you fuckin dare claim you fuckin paint,

i see the shit you illustrate aint even William Blake.

Let me make this shit clear and very very straight,

fuck ya black book, the whole world could use a break

hear the method to my madness you could rip my album from the plastic

and see the art above average; we dont speak the same language

and my belly rumble through the tunnel…

all-city bottom jungle, your pussy lips stumble,

menstruate your shit spraycan bubbles

vomite throw-up when your color scheme fumble

i will cross out all your shit and make your kingdom crumble

cuz i know your written shit is bitten shit jumble        

HOOK

Open Black Book, You can’t test this,

you can’t fuck with my hands on your click I piss

We open Black Book, man we crossing MC’s,

and we smoke them like Herb merk em and blow em in the breeze.

Open Black Book, you can’t test this

You can’t fuck with my hands on your click I piss

We open Black Book, we are crossing MC’s

And we smoke em like Herb, Merk em , blowing in the breeze.

Verse 3 – Mic-key Boston

Fuck the butterflies in my stomach,

i feel the animal kingdom in my belly

when i spray the crust like a semi,

i dont need your 2 cents or your luck penny…

you could hold it back, the street hold me down plenty

and every toy in the street know not to threat me

when we take your cans and leave your dome empty

dont make your throne try to tempt me,

this a cup of tea where I’m from and we can get very Tentley…

let me be very upfront: you seek attention like a cunt,

i see the bad Omen, let me roll an answer blunt:

you put up Facebook pics like a slut, spam every page just to make a buck.

You aint an artist just a simple punk, I could break your brush

and use your paints over lunch 

but never mind, I got class thank you very much…

so let me pull the plug, pull the trigger, eat a slug.

One of the dopest album covers in hiphop for 2013 knocked out Regimental Oneton and his wife, Mireille. Hardbody hiphop that hit the poignant narrative that underground heads harken back to.

One of the dopest album covers in hiphop for 2013 knocked out Regimental Oneton and his wife, Mireille. Hardbody hiphop that hit the poignant narrative that underground heads harken back to.

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