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Run up on you with the heat 22
You ain't got no face it's goo
Like uh skin fondue ooh
I be up in the fog too
I ain't goin out like Tim dog foo
I sever limbs
I'm gettin lit
I'm poppin lids
Up at yo crib
Youza stankin fib i'ma gank and make bank
The Uzi action
Got me laughin and I'm baffled
These niggas wanna battle
But they don't know how to battle!
The arsonist known as deft dark maestro returns
I'm Jason fool
But yeenaint Freddie
Yeenaint ready
Try to run up on a rilla like me
I'll kill ya wit the machete
It's spaghetti
Nose blood faucet of sauce
Now they droppin off roses at the stoop of ya house
The world may
wither into darkness
The world may be blind
But sho as hell ain't deaf
How the universe rilly sound to me
Take a guess
Like hot gas
You punk ass
I'm not impressed
I brought static
Cuz when I'm silent
I'm at my best
Going manic violent
Malevolent
Yo screams be hella irrelevant
Snip at yo seams
You in the freezer like
An ice cream sandwich
Goddamn it
Burning holes out this whole ozone sack
From the mountain tops
Busting up boulders before
I swoop like the albatross
That bird of prey
You pray you don't cross
Yea it's me
I got these niggas on the squeeze
with the talons on my feet
And these bitches cannot breathe
Till I release some steam
You know I spit on the beat to relieve the beast
Believe we at ease
Not eavesdropping in these streets
Who wouldn't be afraid to speak
With this glock aimed at yo beak
Peep the stool pigeon always singin for them pigs
I'll hear niggas out when they have no reason to live
I'm out on the under
constantly livin on the fringe
Peering around each edge
Cuz I keep a nigga head up in my fridge
And if his bitch gimme good ridge
I dick it down to the ribs
And when it comes down to it
You niggas don't wanna be seen in kingsbridge
If you were a serial killer in yo sleep
Would u turn yoself ova
Fuck that gotta hustle
Till I smoke myself in a coma
And son the game ain't cheap
Come unique punk
It ain't for the pockets of the weak
Money makes the world go round
And niggas adore it
But now these niggas can't afford to be in orbit
I'm soarin sordid morbid florid
Gas to the flo
We up out this ho
The stakes too high
For the snakes in my life
Watermelon on the front
Eggshell on the back
Gold on green
Alligator tapes mean spaghetti blacc
Lemme tell u somethin bout me
I'm a fiend and a jackal
Stick a king i'ma jack em
Wit them things which I be packin
My bitch don't rock corn rows
I got those
caught up in my smoke
Ho call me a pot hole
Now I'm about to tell the truth
Some bitches is stupid
And some niggas just be idiot proof
I bust 300 raps
On 300 tracks
So gimme my daps
Cuz I ain't takin no crap
Like a spartan
Grab the cash in the apartment
Then I departed
Like niggas on milk cartons
A target
Smobbin thru the city
Like a snob
Niggas get they heads chopped off for ()
So now ya toast
I be lookin at my own nuts like they playin me 2 close
Fuck ya values
I bring volume
Chokin off Valium
I'ma croak by the time I'm done with this album
Some pissy piece of pussy
Prolly won listen to me
Underground?
You can call me buried alive
And undead I stalk the earth
At the same time
Reaching to the outer limits
Breakin cuz I'm livid
Punk ass nigga I lih dis
Got these niggaz superstitious
Like the game was empty
I stepped on in
Squeaking on twin fins
Now reeling my bait in
What u catch
A couple niggas slippin
Wait till they in my boat
Then let em have it with me hatchet
Then I dump they body off
And they be wearin cement shoes
At the bottom of every river what?
a nigga that I choose
Who disobeyed the rules
Some bloody
Apologetic fools
Open me up I ain't got Nathan but hate for you
We the squawkin
Lambo Parkin mob
Ain't cha heard
By we I only mean me
And that crazy ass
Spiginetti VSOP
Spaghetti never slippin
Beast mode on a bitch
Minding my own skrilla
Neva givin a shit
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2. |
depth charge intro
01:26
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3. |
hoodoo protocol remix
03:27
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Guess who back
Witta whole loud pack
Of hoodoo
Fa you fool
Got some hidden secrets
Buried up within my protools
Nigga what's the protocol
I'm smashing dogs
I practice hoggin
Stay dodgin
Bullets n buckets
Heard there was beef
Nigga fuck it
I'm tickin
Like a time bomb
when niggas get to stickin
I'm armed
And all of you be ready to return to the god
In armor
Distributing out bullets
No karma
And the smash the gas
Roll on they ass
If they don't wreck like me
Doin donuts be my destiny
Like my dynasty be the best of me
Like rhyming about
Why these niggas wit clout
Should invest in me
I'll poke it's eyes out
Still mesmerize and hypnotize it
Before it can see through my disguise
Black ski mask
With blood drippin of my lips
Climbing out the fog
Witta motherfuckin clip
Double O agent
Oh hold up I best believe dats my pager
And I'm back
Like xerox scans of sacks of crack
Pass me the gat I ain't havin that
In my jaw be Cognac
Get hacked up
By the jackal jacka
Not that yellow jacket
Time to prove to fools that I pack it
If it done got hit and lit
You twit it's time to fuckin pass it
And it done got bit and ripped
But my style is never mastered
Plastered
Plowing through lines of smack
Even faster
Like a bastard
Cuz u knoh I ain't even pay for that
Homie this my new rap twist
But don't get it tangled
I got these niggas stitched up
From every fuckin angle
About to anchor
Bout to blow up
Solar flare
You about to feel my anger
Ain't that the truth
Bout to set off missile silos
From inside the fuckin booth
It's that nigga that be
running thru these hoes like some pantyhose
Out to santyrosa
I'm a ghost
Yet thicker than most
With crickets up in my toast
I mean the burner
The undead Ike turner about to learn em yo
I'm geekin
Nose stuffed up
Cuz all the time it be that season
Who's speakin
The king of
Blacc ski weekend
Ima fiend till
I gather everything up in my bloodstream
I'm bustin
Till I see yo click blood gushing
I'm dusted
Bitch I'm in ya ear like
Let's discuss sumn
Hit the block and disappear
I whistle and the spot be here
I'll piss on a cop
let that be clear
I'm whizzin n lets get this shit started
I'm poppin twisted patna
Eyes throwed in different directions
I'm guessin my brain is missin
Listen nigga I ain't fibbin
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4. |
Loyal 2 Da Game
03:21
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I'll tell y'all whats fucked up
Life is just a hustle
I'm looking for that higher game
Bish get off my muscles
Niggas still perpetrate
Playin dead while they wake
If I see you claimin fake
Decapitations ain't mistakes
Covered in blood
Runnin thru mud
Avoiding these fuckin high beams
My team
Came over to America
In some triremes
Nigga try me
Everybody can't fit on my boat
Or else it'll sink
And if you don't pull yo strap
You'd never have time to think
I'm pushin snow off the brink
Mo times than I can blink
Rocked up
Sportin mo ice than a rink
Loyal to the game
When I know I shouldn't have been
But again and again
I'm goin in for the win
Niggas all up in my skin
Wonderin if I'm human
My brain is AWOL on a binge
Kick this shit up off the hinges
I'm gonna make these cops
Raise the roof
Put they hands to the sky
Then I puff my shit real slow
Then u see em fuckin die
I'll make a sucka outa nothin
I ain't frontin
I wouldn't fumble the sauce
If blood was comin out my exhaust
Shut up nigga you was never real
Put the bucc on a nigga
The price of a cap peel
I'ma take this knife
Up out they back wheel
Slash they windpipe
And end this crack deal
These niggas won't speak on espionagin
Duckin and dodgin
They stay flaugin
I'm comin in
Tip drill sergeant
Not sayin
"Miss Beg your pardon"
Bish I'll break ya arm
Keep talkin like that
you can buy the farm
And I don't mean phat
Spit back
Break you off witta piece
Of this 9 millimeter kit Kat!!
Had that ass screaming in pain
As I drive away from the rib shack
Fuck around in a claptrap
And catch a summons
Naw fuck that
Cuz if I hit that ass 1 time
I bet you can't clap back
Crack sacks and bust caps quicker than Gnats rap
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Cisco
03:38
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Do ya niggas remember the god?
What I got in my jaw
It ain't Smirnoff
Step up to the mic
Witta beat
That'll rip yo ear off
I been waitin for niggas to prove sumn
These niggas be ready to loose sumn
Shrooms bumpin
On slugs bustin
Punk And I'm disgustin
We crank that Cisco up
and burn sideways
Smebbin
Bussin open heads on the highway
Nigga
I take this crowbar to yo jag
Up in yo face witta full mag
Now yo ass just got tinagged
Still not one to one brag bruh
Aint no Brushin up upon me
Lest you wanna wear a body bag
Ain't no love or respect
And even if u is that nigga
Then u bound to get checked
And yo head found in a wreck
Nigga dont be givin me no pounds
If u knoh i'ma threat
Cuz I be dissin u in yr own city
Wit no pity
If u was worth a buck fitty
Maybe u would fuck witme
But u wish u had a witness
We behind closed doors
Pimpin whores that's my business
Ho's galore to be specific
Won't speak to broke pimps
Think my hoes be austistic
Move out tha way
I need my weed
Crumble niggas for the green
Bummy niggas gotta go
Let a botch know you cannot smoke for free
I bust yo head
And now you dead
U was hatin on me
For speakin bad upon a bitch
But they exist
Like captain save a ho
Y'all all need to get dissed
And I need to roll
Antsy negrollin down the road
Witta fat 4 4 for them fat Po pos
That pull me over
on my way to a show
I unload on em
Like Uncle Sam said so
I never told on em niggaz
Wit the crack rock sack
And them triggas
You get yo mail pimpin
I'll get my mail
And if u fail
They'll be closing up yo coffin
With hammers n nails
I be sippin outta grails
Shakin macs off me own coattails
Sniffin bumps in front of chumps
Up Outta me own coke nails
You've had enough
Then jump
Sittin beside me be that 12 gauge pump
We goin bezerk
Best believe weon need any more niggas around to make this teamwork
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always strikin!!
03:34
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I be stankin up outta the faucet
I be percin n shit
Cuz mothafucka it's Carlo Rossi
Got my nine in my grip
Supercharging on these cats like credit cards
Best believe if they flaugin
Ion giva fuck bout they army
I be dippin and dodgin
Staccin n maccin
Up at me maxim
There ain't no traction
Niggas is fractions
If they comin like a broken sap
I'm Packin the clip and i'ma zap em
We done wit that
Who don give a fuck bout you motherfuckers
Stay ready to dump on these other suckers
Always strikin
In sumn nice
With rice crumbling out the pipe
Stumbling out with a knife
Till I'm fuckin around with yo wife
Hopped up jump the boogie
Up chuck guts of rookies
I buck
And now we talkin bout how that punk nigga got stuck
And now we standing over him Rollin up a blunt
It's for nothin
If I step up in the room and start sumn
It's that shit that'll have the inside
Of ya skull case bumpin
These niggas be beefin over hoes
And respect
But if these hoes ain't givin up the check
then Ima jet
Roll up a zag for the deuce
And tell these OG niggas that we callin off the truce
And that's the truth
We out back to the year 2014
To get loose
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MAYHAM
02:38
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I'm on my electric buzz
Buggin on fuzz
Wit dem slugs
We servin you scrubs
We givin up nothin for bud
And place nothin above it
Nigga show me love
I'll shove yo head up in this oven
Debunk bustas to they dome
I done dust a nigga for nothin
And be back at they home
Witta ski mask on
It's a war
And I know the attack be on
These niggas hard as taffy
I thumb tack em and keep on dancin
Laughing gas got me happy
I blast
Then I'll ask these niggaz if they wanna hit the cabbie
When I mash
Break up yo block into sand my bad
Am I mad
Brain click into a sav
And Turn assassin on they ass
You'll get slashed wit this blade
That ain't made of grass
Planes be laying grenades
Words be back up from they grave
I guess someone shoulda told ya
Fuckin wit spaghetti got you chasin fetty scratch cash on the corner
I don't owe you shit
I won't loan you shit
Bitch take a hint
Or get hit with some piss
Could u imagine if some o.g's caught us laggin at the kaboose
And yet can we stand to continue
The lit candle of drug abuse
I'm off the mantel manhandling
What niggas barely be understanding
Be wary
If yo booth ain't missile proof
Ya crew will bury you
Soon and that's the truth
Son shine em wit the knowledge
Eyes poppin outta my skull
Cuz my chronic stay brolic
Diabolic I caw
They came and saw
I had already taken flight
With my claws round yo jaw
Droppin you on a led pipe
Or the turnpike on the right night
You gonna be dead
With blood red upon them headlights
I been hype
Orenthal J Simpson
With game tight
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You know me
I'm the one who hooked you up
Was you getting owed by them O.G.'s
For keys
Own up
Before we smoke up
Hol up
My speaker blowin up
I'm in the cut
Lil bit of reefer in my cup
Ask queen latifah
she know what up
This ain't please hammer don't hurt em
I do as I please
hammers blurt bullets
Till I see blood squirtin
I put ya whole click on freeze
I'm clockin g's
And poppin niggas knees
just ask e feez
Twinnamps trineez
Vaporize at 300 degrees
Gang a wild niggas caporize
Steady breeze up in them leaves
System destabilize
When you metabolize these rhymes
Tell no lies
Punk bitch kids with Synthesizer
Is what I despise
I break yo spine
Now yo
Shit is mine
Try lifting a fuckin finger to me
One mo time
I got a spliff's worth of time to
Pay you no mind
Don't you knoh
Stupid mangy ass ho
I'm lettin go of my elbows
In the goddamn studio
Stay turning around
like I'm hearing voices
They in my headphones
Fakeness always Tryna surround me
I guess they want the dread gone
Chameleon format nigga
Species of boss
Evolve that architexture
packed to the limit
So a busta can jus fall up off
Empuzzle the clip
And mothafucka
You be the one that guzzling it
I rap cat spit vicious
Mac need that delicious
Cuz here they come
The whole fuckin mob
To defend the honor
of that nigga we robbed
If they were the popo's
My ass woulda split
But pass me the clip
It's time we let flesh R.I.P
I'ma be the last man standing
After I bomb on New York like hurricane sandy
With that cabbie ass cocaine flow
Yo
I'm lettin niggas know
To feel my tape betwixt they toes
No love for hoes
No love for niggas
No love for these Crackas
Or Weed laced triggas
I play the track backwards
Cuz you bitches at the beginning
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I'm that twin timin
Spit rhymes that nigga be out the gate
Errybody wanna rap and that's great
But I got cats to masticate
This ain't Hollywood nigga
Good ol fashioned
Spaghetti blacc western
I'ma let this nigga have it
When I make the tech burp
These niggas best recognize a savage
Choppin it up wit his homies
Collecting cabbage
Don't nobody know me
That's my advantage
Errybody be pullin capers
But I escape and manage
Caught slippin and shit
All assed out in front of his motha
Better meet my demands
Or there finsta be another
Niggas be out here bleedin
Cuz motherfucka I need it
So you'd best be strapped up witta vest like you mean it
My pockets got me leanin
Best believe I barr no feelins
I gets ta peelin
Rap cats like listerine fo they loud packs
Cuz TNOYT
Thirsty niggas obey yo thirst
I wash my hands of this
Rap game smothered in bananas
I abandon it abound wit rounds bouncing up out of ya house
And I be hellbound
Out barkin with hell hounds
You up in a cell now
Wit niggas pullin ya gown down
I'm outie sideways
After my blades
went up in yo face
I'm tellin niggas pump yo breaks
And straight gankin on these snakes
Symptoms of slippin
Find bulletholes up in system
While i'm still pimpin
Put a better perm on yo sister
Or keep yo distance
Or get dissed
And missiles won't miss
Cuz tnoyt
Thirsty niggas obey yo thirst
Who dat
Jack em up split em up rip it up pick up
Hands up on the air it be a motherfuckin stickup
Whoever think they player
Pop pop pop up on a nigga
Soon as we came in
Loud mouf Breakin and blazin
My patnas gettin they papa
In the apocalypse amazin
Apostate of satan
Possibly accosting yo neighbors
Am I insane with the tone
Whatever it take to beat the bosses
A flying saucer
For every nigga up in my roster
No impostas
Punk nigga quote my pasta
They said R.I.P. spaghetti
And I came worse
Now I'm the motherfucker drivin the hearse
To yo church
I'ma snort a lil bit of white gurl
And skate on em
And I ain't talmbout yelp
When a nigga raise the rate on em
Better get witcha picture pimp
We checkin knocking niggaz up out they frame
So many niggas want me dusted
So I carry my smiff n mustard
Cuz that's how you be comin up all in the game
Ain't a nigga to be trusted
I got disgustin
Steady puffin on they back crackin
And head bustin
About my shrinine
And still shroomin
Fools be comin asinine
I ain't gotta drop a dime quit askin
Befo I heat ya up wit me blaster
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coal world
02:02
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On the scene
there was sleepers and skeezers and crooks
Playin to these beats
In the streets with no hooks
I'm chugging on rum
Like a mofuckin aqueduct
If you don't wanna get stuck
Then back on up
I'm goin mobile
On the solo
Cuz my pockets need that increase
Out the frying pan and scorch the block where they flip grease
Can't catch me popo
Units dispatch
but I'm Layin low witmy kinfolk
in the studio
Misbehavin ain't nathan
We got them distractions
Lead those Feds on another chase
Never catch me slippin son
I'm always laced
Don't ever think that I am one to wait
Or ever hesitate
To put that slug up in ya face
We movin on
Out to the liquor sto
Where I can pick up some MD 20/20 and Cisco
Up all night like a owl
Keepin it speezeye
Blowin blezells
Keepin it P.I.
Yoke up on a bezell
Face wit my filas
That I use
To run train
On the motherfuckin rap game
Lemme break down the details
These niggas real like lee nails
I'm comin proper retail
Cuz I'm all about my skreezell
I wouldn't give a shit
If bitches boycott this dick
I'm still the hardest motherfucker
Punk Ask these fuckin chumps
Niggas check my lines
Because they hear I bump
You might see me run
But I ain't never leavin
And when is u finna retire
N quit spittin
Don't worry bout where i beezat
I got a hot stash
and the popo cannot freeze that
You can believe that
And that's where I leave that
Now where is the tree at
So it seems
This world ain't made bout shit
Human beings
Intend to get their paper but trip
I'ma tell everyone I'm on a fuckin fishin trip
Then mob down the boulevard witta full clip
I'm pullin hoe cards don't play that shit
Lookin at these new rappers like who made u bitch!!
Punk nigga I son'd you
Speak bad on a pimp and the block will shun you
To the killing fields is where they'll send you
In the hour of chaos
I'll pretend to defend you
I'd pawn my own son
At the price of a snow bunny
And sell my own soul
For a light and a pipe
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U ain't show no love to me
Nigga the feelin is mutual
I don't bang in the game like I used ta
I put my mind to the future it's useful
Always got drugs and money
on my mind
I'm imprisoned in the back of my brain cells
On the toilet
Dyin ta shit out these smuggled in
Pain pills
Get out ya squeegee
It's time to wipe down the ouija board
While me and my ninjas
Smoke green in Fiji
And u be swallowing swords
U hear me lord
Is what they call me in the streets
While they ballin
But comin up raw up in some beef
Why u is stallin
We never hesitate ta bring you grief
All up in ya do
When u just thought about fuckin wit me
Nigga f'sho
We goin on a liquor run
And this ain't no grey goose chase
I fuck with mad dog cuz I like how it taste
I erase
These raisin niggas
not graze em wit a razor
Get mo than a taste
As I come from the waist witta Lazer
I'm freed off base gracin
Graves in space
Peep my tailor made tazer
Buck yo tooth
Drop yo saber
Big hawk
Step up in spaghetti nose
I'm takin
Mo than toes of my foes
Forced out they frame
Nah Maine peep game
As I
Sprinkle a lil bit of tincture
Upon this thang
I'm puttin it down
And clockin out wit the fetti
Skeeza ain't u heard
Switch game talk like a nerd
Lookin out fo popo's witme bird
And my burner
Aka the whack man's burden
Smell the crack aroma
Blasting caps up on the corner
Sketti blacc
Aka Morris code speakin
Sly stone reekin
Bone creakin
Cuz ya dome leakin
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Spaghetti Blacc New York, New York
Blacc Ski Weekend Industries, L.L.C. est. 2k13
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