Gray faith {DELUXXXE EDITION COUNTER​-​STRIKE]

by Spaghetti Blacc

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released February 25, 2015

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Track Name: take da face off
Nigga I suppose I possess no greater foes than the hoes I chose Step into the mind of gold What u find Now these hoes is froze I'm steadily rippin up chumps Off the remedy Maybe you remember me Atomic amphetamines Rip bong therapy Prepare it b AD SPGT BL an A with the CC See we Don't tempo if u a hoe up in my species Don't make a peep All up on you like headphones Fuckin takin bankrolls from a redbone Fuck with me You'll do more than just pass away We'll ship you back to New York In an ash tray (cuz we smoked you!) Ghost like goku Pole Poke and Provoke till ya throat blue Who broke you? Did the nigga leave a note Wasn't supposed to Toastin roasting repel some pellets when I approach you Both the ghost and host too Treat you nice like a host do Post in a cloak With a knife and some rope Dude hope I don't come through We those no face killas Swole brain Off dope & doja ho Can't even remember my own name But u better be givin the whole thang Cuz that's a sho thang Takin the game up out its old frames Drop off the gold chains Is what I told shorty Just because she asked if we can hold hands Ho I'm that cold mane Spaghetti with the colt And machete smokin headies Like cabbage
Track Name: scrolls on god
I be dippin and dodgin Crawlin an buckin In broad daylight On sight I fuck em And from bloodshed I receive nothing but Blissful erections From slaughtering guts I brought my guns who fuckin wit us We snortin dust Sew up the cut Roll up the blunt I must be blunt U a musky cunt Whiskey must be in my cup U can't kiss me bitch I'm fabulous Duck tape they mouth Gouge out they eyes like some savages With bandanas & Body bags Who ever heard of a bandage I don't know what yo plan is But I done smoked the whole gram bitch Bet the only niggas who don't understand this Don't go dumb like us We manage to keep some brain damage Like Phantom pains laced wit PTSD mane Game recognize giname Else not blood stains I got u on the run mane No place to hide under the sun Ready to pay? If not yo ass shoulda Neva tried to play Flip spit in 2 ways off the toupee And I don't do it for bouquets Got my boot in yo face Fork over da buku cash Then I 'scape Hit the fence With much suspense I'm back at the crib I'm puffin tense I ain't got no love for these niggas An these hoes wanna test Retaliate On those who hate Because well fuck they had it comin Because I'm on the come up Cuz game colder than the tundra But fuck it if a bitch exist I'm finna get rich from this pimpin shit These lames got it twisted Don't even sit wit my syndicate We run thru niggas like u like currency Even if u fuckin heard of me Unworthy Sayeth the smoke as I leave the candle burning Where I aim it on my journey Leave em brainless in a gurney Like to sink my talons & fangs Up in the behind of a mustang Unplugged and swept under the rug If the bitch ask for my drugs I gotsta snap Twisted up mug like a thug I gotsta crack ya Spinal cord like a chiropractor With practice Comes flashbacks Get on the floor! In my reflection I'm wearin a mask But I don't remember what I'm Robbin you for I gotsta even the score I'm leavin semen on whores I'm really feelin the force Evil cannibis Of course
Track Name: Blind Man's Console Feat. E FURY
I peeled & left yo bitch For the next trick to slip I be makin ladies sell rump Gibbin niggas nosebleeds from snow yo I never be givin a fuck Just because some game gained some tense Don't flex nigga I know I can rap I'll make u into fonky fodder for the tracc nigga She wanna know how it get done How to get dumb And where the fuck we get our morals from These hoes don't know shit So I'm finsta bail And leave the turntable shaking Like da Richter scale Bring the Assassins I'm sayin mo than "what's hapnin" I ain't takin no crap Slut get smacked wit da shrapnel All across yo face I keeps it P.I. Stay laced like fila But in knee high boots like a G.I. How they finna put police checkpoints at da drive thru window Can I get a number 2 wit mayo But hold the Po Po Just touched down Flippin quarter half a pound trippin That's how we get down in this shit

-i hit up my mans and we made some plans/

said- lets bring some honeys and let's go dance/

we gon hit the bar, so cutty bring yo car/

otherwise i might not get home tomorrow/

I'm a super star going super hard/

so when i do my thing, it's supercharged/

man i keeps it raw, and say fuck the law/

and i smoke a fat one while I'm fuckin a broad/

ill be fuckin your broad, while I'm fucking abroad/

overseas, with a bleez while I'm getting the jaw/

some cats don't get it, so i get no credit/

gimme cash on the spot- you don't get no credit/

gotta pay what you owe and it's like that/

every time I'm on the mic man i sound fat/

e.feezy on the track with spaghetti blacc

spittin game never lame cutty bring it back

-1:41

Mane I can't fuck wit the game Too many lames done salt it up again Keep a bottle for some poonatch? Boo get outta my face I kicks it true full throttle fool for an ounce of space I been gettin down on 10 toes On a ho Since before these new niggas could wiggle they toes I suppose Independent music? More like solitary confinement I hide my best tapes So only real niggaa find it When I bounce to the beat Throw down ain't no skippin I'm causing friction Wit my faucet Hittin niggas fuck the cost I put the game on my back like a monkey Snort so many bumps You can call a nigga lumpy Lookin like Motha fuckin Humpty Dumpty Let the Luger spit 1 verse grab the purse Get the chips

2:51

ima tell you right now that we on a mission/

my fam tryna be in the top position/

them lames wanna be in my position/

give a damn how you feel punk- quit yo bitchin/

that honey that you fuck with- can't be trusted/

i looked her in the eye- and the bitch was busted/

catch her in a lie- and the bitch get dusted/

and dropped off the planet- can't fuck with us kid/

don't try to fuck with- my dinero/

fore a nigga get hot like habanero/

im about my money- and i aint no dummy/

nigga tryna put food up in this tummy/

rain or shine-i handle mine/

i don't fuck with a dame if she aint a dime/

aint got no time- if she aint fine/

and if she can't spit game, then she aint my kind/

cause i be on the grind- one thing on my mind/

every day i wake up and I'm tryna shine/

ill be playin the game- till i go blind/

and when it's all over I'ma get whats mine.
Track Name: om decc
Off Hennessy Remedy Enemies Never be knowin that I'm kickin the raw Niggas be hoin For rilla it showin I'm grilling up pissin on tourist who flaug The full moon Time for me to twist like Like my limp and skip Never skimp Bust ya quick Rippin the sinister out the whip we got them lobsters Om decc Mic's I wreck Pipe erect Who's getting down to give respect? Game thicker than a mother fuckin blizzard Up in this winter Which dispensaries must I visit It's hard to remember Rippin steel a piece of reality Grippin the peel I'm down to trip I'm tippin the keel Not paying it well Behind the wheel Whippin stainless steel Grippin veins for real Droppin names and get killed Chopping plans up By the gram Goddamn Hold these clowns up With the flow Woven quicksand Into tornadoes Is how we roll them shits man Erry day doe Comin fatal Spit rippin rap cats at they navel Makin em behave all unstable Sniffin everything up off the table Just like the fable Fuck the fame Any given nigga spit game And be livin in a car on bricks mane
Track Name: EVIL KING SPAGHETTI - No Mercy Rule @Blaccskiweekend 2k15 ESPIONAGE
Steady bout them ps & q's Is the only rule Gotta stay stackin after I pay my dues Sucka stay mad want me to lose U ain't the bitch it ain't for u to choose U oozin out the side cuz u ain't of no use Blow a fuse out the fry Cus I'm so cool Make the eyes numb Let the brain drool The way I spit hecka painful Bout to make u insane fool Wet like the rain Set all up in flame Blood on my chest A pimp ain't know no shame I'm out of the game As quick as I came in Like a drive by Now look who remaining No mercy rule Step out of line and get hurt ya fool Figga I'm pullin the trigga And takin yo fingas Dismembering niggas when we come together I'm in the wind like a feather Wearing a nigga skin like leather Like I ain't got no sense I better Pull over rob a gas station for the cheddar I'm thizzin Nigga fork over whatever Can't protect yo neck from getting severed Gotta count my jewels Gotta bounce on fools Gotta wrap the tools Don't trap with clues Enact a fool From Syracuse to Sebastopol Who askin u? Up in that ass We ain't harassin Wit full mags We blastin on you like assassins Can't witness shit Can't make a mofuckin sentence Without tha mofuckin evidence Gotta stay heavy breaded Big body Chevy unleaded Tommy gun finna clap Now deal wit that Don't want no dap Don't want no yap Save yo rap bitch Cuz I don't even want a taste of that I be a hairpin trigger High on smack when I snap and let the Uzi crack And you be closed off on the Tarmac
Track Name: EVIL KING SPAGHETTI - good game
Lil nigga can't just Pick up game where ya left off Hella soft Get left wit da sawed off Goin off in ya chest At the spot in a vest Spaghetti pop off heads Cops in cardiac arrest So guess who wanna step be my guest Get stopped And where I make the drop you rest Did I steal yo pot Mothafuckin bet Scalp heads Scoop breads Witt da same talon Put a bitch on the strip it da same talent She better lick the stallion down Or else she got a battle on her goddamn hands now I got plans finna tattle I bang my gavel U unda the gravel Cuz where I travel I cold leave em dismantled Like old auto parts So lemme take em to the shop Bitch Or get ya head cropped off by a horse cock as I rock this Knock down like 2pacalypse Ain't no bitch gossip Itch for tha flossin Flip for the tossin My tip down yo esophagus Like how I broke like right into the scene & took hostages Cook pasta And break bread All this shit done gone to my head Ima chase a sip Till I tip and swerve Know I gotta Chase a zip Cousin even if we burn Mofuckin haters Monkey on my biznacc I'm jumpy u can't reach Perhaps for yo fat gat
Track Name: Da Ritual
Lighting da barrel Like a spliff Left yo bitch Widda mouth of piss Kicked in a nigga head Then it split so I dip Nigga u got sum advice 4 me Tough tities nigga bleed On the habitual Bitches still can't hang wit da ritual Shit on a nigga Like you just stepped up in yo own deadly colonoscopy Hands round yo neck like a bear trap Ain't no stoppin me Don't nobody spit like this Tongue flip flagellation like a fuckin sadomasochist Wit dem incisions Peep my vision And pay attention Start grippin the clip Bust shot let it rip in every direction Up in any dimension Sensing niggas pretending This ain't Nintendo You ain't trippin You six feet deep Sittin awake cuz I'm all up in yo mental Dabble in peril I'm pimpin her Patna You peek bitch I pop ya Ain't no fakin Won't hesitate to scrape yo face across the pavement And a bitch can get it too Ain't Nathan sacred Ain't no mistaking I dive up inside Like I'm dicing up pie Pyrex rippin loccs up offa my eyes Wet trippin peep my disguise I offa my eyes You finna be up in a coffin Like jimmy Hoffa Script flip bitch tosser My Dexedrine laced with vitriol I'm dizzy y'all These sucka niggas pose up in front of a camera and start pretending These sucka niggas wanna end me So I ain't never comin spittin friendly Debunk bustas And fuck em up like what we hit fo Fuck em they ain't found focus They fuckin up cuzzo some old ho told em to Beat these niggas up wit the mic Start droppin answers foo My vision turn red Locked on start poppin heads Bitch fucc Shouldn't've tried to touch Blacc ski weekend Who u trust Niggas b faulty Crackas b leakin Stackin mo Casualties Stay true to formality With words as my bond Which ones be my bombs I run niggas.com My spit be spot on Like a body done got flipped When the infra red beam on Live like a demon Smoke like a dragon If it's clips that I'm bringin Then it's bodies they dragin Stunning like magic Step up and get tragic
Track Name: Width: just a pinch of Game
I know a nigga lookin for me Cuz I checked his mate I ain't got no wheels but it's time 2 skate They say I ain't got no claws How the fuck I scrape Say I ain't got no cause Then how I get my fate I ain't never hit pause Punk I'm stuck on play Come at me with them paws Punk you finna get played I'm in the game Lames put it on layaway I'm switching lanes U turnip stay out my way Bitch said she was better than my weed Bitch dats a lie So I pulled out the bic & set the bitch on fire been waiting on niggas to talk shit And you can place that bet Ain't shit for me transform a nigga Into another chalk sketch Who hype Nigga wanna spark sess sesh But I bark wit da glock Like I'm knee deep in sex Bloodshed when I'm finna get my dick wet Buck heads like we fuck em up for breakfast Check this tippin heffer hoe Up in my studio Bout ta let tha fully go An spit a freestyle Flip a fuck And spit mo shit than a dump truck Cuz we never had love for a busta Sippin morphine Sniffin custard Grippin Pull up my jeans up like a thugsta No mug Split victims spit like a bug With no buzz With just a pinch of game But no love Uncomfortably high Wit no grub Why must he die Reply off pounds of lye Pounce pound tack a clown down wita round Quick he a sittin duck Now he covered in shit fuck Shit! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck em!! I do it for the hatred Make a nigga excel I mean what if I die And there ain't no weed in hell