Secrets of the Sand (Remix) Mood (Ft. Darryl Irby)

[Chorus: Dirty Irby]
Givin' the secrets, secrets of the sand
Givin'the secrets of the sand
Givin'the secrets of the sand

Givin' the secrets, secrets of the sand
Givin'the secrets of the sand
Givin'the secrets of the sand

[Verse 1: Main Flow]
I got steps to fly this and chock moves for your epiglottis
Heavens most modest, plans for the seventh Goddess
Rebuliding land where sands hottest, the oddest Yorks and Scottish
They posin' like they know who God is
My brethen sharp like sketches of art
And I bet you we spark
Like a matchbook, weaponry smart
Thought beams, assault teams, definetly dark
Money and drugs, cops and crooks, seperately parked
Ill like nine with bodies on it
That nigga that Gotti wanted
Thought he was cheesed up but probably fronted
Properly stunted meet at the summit rest the stomach
Assembled campfire style burnin' brand new hundreds
Fully obsessed though metal head like Destro
He played the vest low, club of Rome from get go
Columbia trained to hit Flo road scholar calypso
That gold collar with info
Into the jollies of baggin' niggas for doing collie
Selling clues to Charlie stepping out in Bruno Magli
Tia Quan and Judo hobbies witness say they knew the bodies
About to mob me, spiritualy my moves are godly
In his likeness, no way they souls can fight this
Physically rightous cobrs clutched qith tight fist
Night of the living crisis, I know who Christ is
Format your God's liscence with science mic chips
Electric life seed growing roots at light speed
Engulf nice weed thoguhts hemorrhage 'til mics bleed
Two hundred twenty fifth strike theme, alright team
Let's pull together like Nike strings United Kings