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Gametogenesis - EP

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1.	Hustle Mane N-tro MASTER OF FORMAT 02:47		buy track
2.	Thumpgrade 02:32	lyrics	buy track
Niggas in my face like dice So I'm finsta roll em Burn em up like spice junts But we finna smoke em Grippin me mic Wit me finger on the motherfuckin trigga Too deep in the game No need to hold a controller my nigga Thankful foe erry minute that we livin bruh Say R.I.P Coach & we miss you cuz We some dumbass fuck ups what u think we was We spit flows roll deeper than the peninsula The sun is hella difficult Me & my gang froze quick like clixicles The game gets 2 thick So I'm leaving these niggas toothless Ginsu ginuwine gnats Every time they brought they bats We brought gats I'm choppin niggas Like I was crushin & railin Get rushed to the hospital Tryna fucc wit da mayor The evil is spillin up outta my eyes In 3d I'm chillin in disguise When I'm dissin those guys I'm in the sky peeing freely Bitch you ain't got time to adjust yo tv It's a hold up niggas rolled up Clutching on the bottle like a genie Ain't got an ounce of green between my species Strap yoself in cuz it's about to get creepy I'ma hang yo family in the alley way like towels After I get em wet with the.. Nigga what u bet??? We hungry Lay out on the ground Gimme yo money If you hear these beats bitch Believe I'm coming And there won't be a damn thing humorous I'm rippin out ya eye bruh Show me where the fumage is Short fused malfunctioning units Get abused to the beat in the street Like its beef We mobbin always bitch time to Thumpgrade We pull raids Makin chains out they damn braids
3.	YOU FUCC 01:57	lyrics	buy track
DJ finna spinna skull Make a sinner out of yo soul Out of time out of gold Best believe I'm outta control Busting out these lines Then rippin out these rhymes Running thru tha wall Like I'm breaking out of my mind I'm shaking drooling Cuz yo life is for the taking fool!! I plays it cool Like I crept up outta the igloo Stepped up outta the sequel Stepped down from my steeple For you to see there is no equal Gettin em high and keepin em low Stickin em quick wit rhymes & flow Keepin it colt just like I'm spose Keepin the corpses leavin the roses You on alien territory Bet the predator is fin 2 creep And put a bullet in that asshole While you Tryna sleep Who these funkin hoes? Tryna do me? got the ski mask on wit a chop suey Fuck a nigga doe Tryna school me Gotta price cracc rocc like rubies I stick and move Like a needle in the groovy And you'll get fucked wit the glock too Move b
4.	Blacc 2 Capacity 02:00	lyrics	buy track
As bad as it's gonna get Bet I'm prone to get worse Like a drone drove thru a church Droppin flames from a hearse I stepped on in Worshippin the devil Hand clutching the kettle Like god bless this heavy metal Gotta give mo than beats Cuz my lyrics just can't be stopped I'm that nigga like bolo Punch a hole through robocop Steady roamin all solo Wouldn't trust a bitch wit my seed Between the eyes or between the knees If it fries then it's from me Don't know what the fuck you want But you better roll deep If you creepin for the dam funk & look like a damn chump Get left mo than damp punk Cuz I'm mo wired than an amp son Give me some answers Who steady growin like cancer Pap pap pap I ain't no crap tap dancer But my nose all red Like I'm on that blacc ski weekend 8 month vacation District attorney be waitin For a pawn of satan To carry on & replace him Ima snap Yo neck yo back Yo legs and arms And they can find you in the trunk of my car Tied like a hog Blank slate Never mind Mine like a thick fog Put lightning on the plate Who's in charge Got this knife in yo face Penetrate yo guard While you sleepin Don't think I'm just lookin hard The FBI got swat cars round my home Tryna spot me & my chrome because the war is on Now it's time to rep myself to these Crackas In my white man voice Pop cops like pez xanys Like ass kissers need altoids We mad noid Giving missions & guns to the unemployed They be overjoyed To leave yo death threats all null & void I'm numb and coy Crumbling limbs like an old b boy The sun is my bib And Planet earth just a decoy
5.	05/13/14 03:46	lyrics	buy track
Lured you out wita dollar Go fish caught a simp With a badge Hello officer May I grant your wish? Now u locked up in my home And I'm throwin u tha dish U was a hog pig Turned trick like a bitch Walking igloo Witta name like dog food Taboo speak on it Crows look like what the fuck wrong with you fool! It's a crime when the good chi is used to conduct evil I gots the need to bust rhymes for green Like beanie Siegel Pit fucking disgusting Crumb dusting Combustable off the mustard Musky untrustable Must he puff up Till we uncomfortable This shit be on like all the time Just some mothafuckas pervin off the Rossi Rhine It seems common sense change Wherever ya head lay Now I'm outa town New bustas on the same page Not like this mane Half a decade in this rap shit Full shift Spit quick Punchlines stick you up Punk Like a crucifix Toothless Me gives a shit Rippin apart syndicates System flippin U gettin held up by images Revenge with tha derringer Dread most likely dismembered her If she bite like a predator Betta watch who u playin wit You'll get set up feshur I break em down like I'm spose Ta leave em on the Flo exposed Sicka niggas spittin Lippin bout sippin wen dey trippin Simp simplex Luther on the Pyrex Me suggest u ain't cooking Nathan Nigga I'ma be at yo crib for every flake Witta flame If I even catch a whiff of these niggas faking when they bakin Don't they know I'll kidnap & take em to the badlands With my video recorder set up Like look ma no hands
6.	Spaghetti Served Colt 02:59	lyrics	buy track
Blacc n the machine Blacc ski weekend industries At the maximum number of hatchets Dispatch gats for angels crack Forensic science Let me see that gap Smack that yap And I ain't takin no crap Praise to the ultimate magnetic A-h Make you holla Get ya kufi Poppin roofies Breakin scholars Like big dollas Real nig rig trigga got em I'm in Gotham Hand on the detonator flossin Flippin tossin coppers Droppin em like carbon Pickin em like cotton When I click and leave em rotten Stick and leave em cropped Up out the photoshop Magnesium meltdowns The additives cooked now Walkin all crooked cow Step up and get took out As facetious as 3 cheetah creatures Ask laqueta Somebody better sew the seeds Of lotus leaves on gold potpourri Hopefully they won't notice me Escape with half a key The cream I mean Cubic centimeters of self esteem Induce dream Produce steam from the booth In a new stream & kill fiends with my tooth Dope got you goosed No spoofs Just a pack of wild barbaric spooks Down for pills blood spill upon my boots I'm kickin down the do Nigga hit the flo Nigga what you know? Bitch i gotta go Jaw fulla napalm I'm doing these niggas much harm Like James Bond With the ski mask pulled over my face And the silencer on The violence is on Spit clicking and rippin up outa ya dome The war is on Throwin you in the furnace in ya own home But I don't think these niggas done heard this My guess these niggas is worthless I'm betting they ain't put they work in And I ain't jettin nowhere I'm lurking
7.	Ground Ø Tolerance (Prod by ZMD) 08:40	lyrics	buy track
Reporting live Checkin in from the 2014 With a clue Spit jive Gotta break em off let em know just what it do For me to be silent on the whole scene would be obscene Niggas jockin my routine So i Gotta sock em in the spleen No more coke with lean Dream of the sucka who gon step to me My weapon Will leave you on the bench indefinitely Teeth clench Start pullin off yo limbs like Leprosy Who's next You know I got you in my sight The predator is perched up on yo grave by midnight Hoes sell out while pimps cash in Watch yo mouth who the fuck u askin? Let me basque in baskin Robbins And laughing gas Then rob banks While the glock still throbin I toss shanks You get ganked On the come up Off a full tank Nabisco Cisco Perm burned off the crisco Like the count of Monty cristo Pistol whipping niggas till frisco Pissing out pills when the ship pass by Ooh he the shit I seent Sacred knowledge get passed on from my glass eye I ain't off the grass high The blacc hand spins back the turn table Zero hour cypher spit fables With Clark gable on cable Maybe I'll kick you back in the stable & leave you posted to the wall with a clip full of staples Cuz fool u got it twisted U must be mistaken Cuz from the way u fakin It says to me we ain't related