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Ski Mask Style
01:52
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The Big Smoke
02:33
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Sub Zero Fye
01:57
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See I be that bitch smacking
Pimp mackin
Attacking
And stabbing em from the back
Known to throw hoes from a Cadillac
Spaghetti blacc
Known to throw blows on his foes off that blow
Known to cut up foes like blow
For tha indo
That hateful savage crow
In yo studio
Recording over yo vocals
Is what you yokels don't know
Fo sho
I got this 4 4
Up against yo temple
About to get mental
Allow me to lace these instrumentals
With the essentials
Like Blam!
Ya dead
So whoever ain't heard this
Prepare to get nervous
Fool! This ain't pop music
It's pop music
Get dropped to it
When it drop
And When we make hits
Snitches call the cops
I tackle they crack
I cackle as I sip upon this cognac
Like a hyena hysterical off the whole sack
In fact
Its got me burning off my fingerprints
As I grip my gat
Tell my hoes on the track
Look out for the new jack
Car full of charges
Niggas ain't prepared
Ordinarily I ain't giving up coordinates
Well Is u heading to morgue?
more like the border bitch
Head full of disorders
Lead kill the reporters
Bread be my reward
So Feds lick the sword
I never gave a fuck
Wish a judge would lock me up
Dojer always pressing
Got my mind finsta snap
Yeah this Indo got me thinking
That the walls will punch back
One flew over the cuckoo's nest
Recop scoops in the same coup
Stop and Recoup never
Nigga we fly till we pop as peasants
Smoke till I'm broke locc
Cough up the treasure
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The Game Ain't A Game
03:18
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Bitch blew me a hummer
So loud she needed a muffler
I'm laying tailpipe
Bitch I ain't right
And if niggas ain't bang my tape yet
I'ma break necks
When I'm summoned from the tape deck
So who's next?
This is fact not fiction
If me and my crew getsta fixin friction
Yo crew end up missing
Cuz there's no failure on my mission
That snow white funk
Got my nose all snotty
Riding in the trunk
Be the twelve gauge shotty
But I'm gripping up on these clips
Serving simps hella quick
My crew be hella thick
Yo shit irrelevant
I keeps it real
Live with no regrets
Just respect
A word you don't hear
In yo world of dialect
Where's yo connects
My lexicon with proper inflection
Under inspection
Does not let up
Or let MCs get up
Niggas take they turn
As I burn upside they head
Like perms with ringworm germs
Squirm into they brain
Where I marinate
Install the dream
Awaken then detonate
Check Possession
Cuz it really dont mean shit to me
Casting down niggas
Dealing out ass whippings
On the cheapish
Trickin on my block
Yo cock is gonna need a leash bitch
Gorilla pimp on the peel
Ain't no secrets
Mane the game aint a game
Mang the game ain't 4 playin
In the game you get hooked
Even if you money makin
Mane the game aint a game
Mang the game ain't 4 playin
The game don't play ho
Know what I'm saying
So niggas hear my flow but act like they don't hear me tho
My words lethal
and not to be vetoed
I land to pull stings
Like a mosquito
Pause ya set like TiVo
So I can whip it like devo
The people
Have yet to recognize evil
Canceling niggas verses
When I pull these MCs from they steeple
Rinse and repeat
Insert coin
Accept defeat
Like its yo destiny
I got that recipe
That'll have these niggas festering
Never getting trapped in the past
Cuz all the past did
was whoop a nigga ass kid
Everyone posting pictures
Like they living well
They can tell i'm dying in the game
Not quietly raising hell
And that's the way it shall remain
With me looking down on MCs
From a higher plain
Let me show you something you cant touch
Cant fuck with these mainstream niggas
Soft as cream whipped
Painting they nails blacc
They just wack nigga
See I just be too silky on my toes
To ever get caught shlippin
See niggas be trippin
Yet there on the same block
There I be pimpin
So you see the game is cold
And the block is hot
And my rhymes contain
That which yours cannot
I Check the spots
If it gots lotsa pots
Ima go at it and ghost
Nigga
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The Cold Get Ill
03:05
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It was a dark
And hazy night
A young mc
Up On the mic
Rhyming like
Times never been tight
Dishing out lines
Like china white
How you finna
close up shop
And run Game
Return to the block
And claim yo shame
Or retreat from the game
Without a name
All up in my plans
blowing up my will
Like y iz the world
All up in my grill
I'll show you why
niggaz in the east
Call me sensei spaghetti
Since he sense it already
Niggas steady cross game
Jus Tryna floss mane
Put a pistol to they brain
And read they thoughts
These punk ass niggas
Steady dropping the sauce
Between me and my tech
Everythang suspect
Like a nigga on the run
Or one who aint run yet
Dick so hard can't even sleep
That's that warning sign
Some niggas must be on the creep
Hit the block
With yayo and doja
And The face on the bill
Says never waste a pill
They say heat kills
Cuz it Definitely will
So it must be time
To cold get ill
Perusing down the next avenue with an Uzi
In persuit of these confused
Niggas who tried to lose me
Cuz niggaz get whooped
Niggas get they life took
But I don't really be giving a fuck
As long as I don't get booked
Eyes straight crooked
Bitch here come the hook
Hold on slut dont trip
I'm as single as a 12 inch
In heavy rotation
Will commits to no bitch
The peanut butter interior
Plus the peanut butter exterior
Means a pimp who is superior
Finna peep that posterior
With ecstasy
all up my sleeves
I be trying to breathe
Like widows be
Dying of grief
When I'm deceased
Will riders be
Still tryna rhyme
Or OD off OE
Will grass stay green
If we burn all the tree
Will your eye catch
What it can't see it's me
In the right now
Fans from kazakhstan to Moscow
And glasgow ask how
I milk that cash cow
We blast and dash
One two on the double
You already better know
Cuz bitch you in trouble
Punk niggas Tryna spit
Got my words all muddled
Y'all niggas befuddled
Runnin up in bundles
Steady wonder
When i'ma fumble
When my piece
Makes whole niggas crumble
Put a dick in her jaw
Tell the bitch to start humble
I'm a stone cold Mac
On the savage grind
While These wack ass cats
Act asinine
But it don't matter to me
I don't give a fuck
But if I'm bout to see you in the street
you bound to give it up
And found in a dumpster
Brain clapped with the thumper
Sound like thunder
When I serve a nigga up this plunder
And it be like that
Blunts out when you see spaghetti blacc nigga
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Niggative Nancy
02:54
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Hoes think they flowing
Know they talkin shit
Cuz I been down more throats
Than lozenges
Frost glisten
Got these playa hatas wishin
I wasn't dishing out more
Lessons
Than priests at confessions
Cuz megalomaniacs creep
As negative nancy's speak
I'm giving no chance
To woman or man
I'm breaking they necks
And taking respect
Check
yo mothafuckin lips
Like put yo money
Right where yo mouth is
Got this organized rhyme
To protect my shrine
If a snitch even whisper
I'ma break his spine
I be off them Debbie downers
Puffin kush
And snorting yowder
So what these hoes Tryna say
Why she next to me
Tryna deliver my scheme
Right Back to her team
I keep a close knit clique
Of pro refs
whistleblowers
We psycho
Swing mo blades than lawn mowers
And let them rev loud
While I cut ya slower
Lemme get some head now
That it's off yo shoulders
Thought I was frosty before
But guess what the plot thicken
Getting colder
Non stop watch My glock tickin
captain save a mothafuckin Bitch
Cut the crap
Roll on these niggas
Leave the d's on they back
Ima havta smack this nigga
Like a piece of strange
I'm lookin at you like a bitch
Cuz you be blowing the game
And them niggaz in yo clique
No one remember dey name
My old bitch
Was a down ass bitch
And with one hook
You too will be a down ass bitch
Look
How quick that took
I crooked Yo rooks
in chess
And i'ma rock the king
Start looking for a vest
Like you flipped ya wig
You needs ta get a grip
Before this nigga starts
Waiting for yo ass to take a slip
I smoke myself a spliff
And you ain't getting nay a hit of it
But I'll put a hit out on yo ass
And you'll get smoked like grass
I ain't that nigga that "whats up?"
I break that nigga that "give it up!"
These niggas is organ failure
Talkin bout
Livin it up
What's in they cup?
Page for page
We rippin shit up!
Get socked in the clit nigga
For real
Keep that bitch shit up
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Spaghetti Blacc - ▲ ≡ ▼
00:28
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10. |
Peep Game
04:17
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Walkin to ya crew spot
Checking out what you got
Old school
Break a nigga off wif tha doo wop
Punk ass nigga
On the block
Thinkin that I'm
Finsta run
Started seizing on the spot
And speaking in tongues
I get off the focus nectar
With my specters
Spit the legend
To a prefecture of intellectuals
Call it my lecture
Till perfection
Spaghetti blacksmith forge
swords And weapons
That niggas can't hold
Don't know what I'm reppin
I'm looking for talent
Slam my talons
Into a stallion's ass
I almost need to pass
On smoking these suckas
Choking off sassafras
I couldn't have all these niggas in my grill
Without me breathing flames
These suckas couldn't take a step in my brain and peep game
I'm stickin to kickin the funk
Popping the clip and smoking the blunt
Dead bodies in my trunk
Hella pedestrians out of luck
I was schmebbin so hard
Down ye olde lane
Niggas singing auld Lang syne
Throwing up gang signs
Bonafide high fidelity definition
Uncut home entertainment cocaine
All up in my brain
About this mission
Asking me what I'm finna do about
These mothafuckin biters
So I came back with hot shit my spit even tighter
It just rips niggas apart
At the heart
When I gets to sparking this
Rhymes and crimes
No witness or evidence
Popping pills all across metropolis
No stopping this
Nuclear bomb drop
Ain't that obvious
The mafia
Guess who's dragging ya daughters
To tha slaughter
I oughta
Never mind that nigga
I gotta
I get niggas mo amped than I
All Ready to testify
But I'm never getting arrested
It's these bustas getting bested
Invest in a nigga
in a vest
Getting bread
Suggesting
To this bitch
In a dress
To give some head
Or instead
Align yourself with the dead
And eat some lead
I puts it down
Clown and putz
And If you think I'm puttin
I'm slam dunkin
Punk
And sho enough I'm leaving nothin
Give up yo rings
And get out the ring
Bored for eternity
Cuz I keep spittin mo
Yo tape ain't no concern to me
I'm letting bitches know
Unbeknownst to them squares
The world boils down
To cupcakes and eclairs
But it doesn't matter to me
I'm breaking these nigga teeth
I'm making niggas grief
Descend from trees
When they speak on me
What's they take on me?
Is he fake homie?
I'm smoking up all the weed
In eternity
The game can't be detected
By scanning retinas
Recognize
I break these niggas
Some fluff off the crust
Of the pie
They crumble in disgust
Call me tide
When they time up
Clean up more muck than chum scrubbers scrubbing scum
Cannibis sativa
Got me wheezing
like chimney sweepers
Jeepers creepers
I'm Packin the feva
Aka the nina
Prepare yo last breather
For the next time I see ya
Frontal lobe implosion
Fetch the notion
If you imposing
You dead and frozen
Head's open
But most of all
Still moping
Still hoping
That that god cat
Lay off the hazmats
And give yo life back
But I break these bitches like kit kats
Catch you slippin
Peel yo cap back
Yo wig flip
Ya crew dip
Brains out
Lookin stupid
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