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1. |
Intro
00:43
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2. |
Hysteria 51
02:24
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Stayin lucid in the game
With Kamikaze octane
While the streets stay stained
With inflammable brains
Holy petroleum Moses
Opponents rolling in orbit
Looking morbid
Make me wanna take my mag and unload it
Decoded coast to coast
Spits coke that roasts most
Froze from the toes up
Make em hold they nose up
What?
Thinking we scared y'all came unprepared to get processed like a kick and a snare
Check the devilish glare
Don't wanna come?
Well We kicking you there
All through tienanamen square
And Past the promised land keep ya teeth for fuckin contraband
Patna I'm the boss slam
battering rams cross ya clan
Word fam I'm getting silly in phillie with a milli
So what's rilly
I'm ill kill bill at will over some skrill
so just chill or get killed when i break out the quill
i'll spill blood over Nill like it's a motherfuckin drill
anacondaccomplices
Ponder why i Monstrous
Sponsor this
colossal cruising soul crushing fossil
Popping instant release
Until I cease to be deceased
Like a blade out the sheath
Is how my rhymes get released
Losing touch of my surroundings
And it's astounding
Hovering over mountains
With no grounding
Hound dogs surround me
Barking loudly
Don't allow me
to spit profound thunder sounding
I'm trapped between two gats
But you knew that
Use rap cats as a bat to smack wack macs
step in between dreams
In the chase scene for cream
Arms race embrace me
Fingers on my brain squeeze
What can a fortune teller sell me
That shells can't dispel see
Hell can't be repelled, g
It's in my dome and swelling
Hysteria 51-87
Weapons post apocalyptic Pontiac drive by's in heaven
Since I was swerving down irvin
Avenue with mad niggas with negative attitudes
And Quaaludes
And basepipes
And spray you?
We just might
Save you in the next life
But at the next light
You wanna stay outa my sight
Aight
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3. |
Supernova
02:36
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My niggas hit the scene like a supernova
Name smolders
The Game's over
Spare change out of deranged brains
And still left lames out of the frame
With the shades lowered
Flamethrower
Big ass boat no I ain't Noah
Mo yola
Cocoa cola
No yoda
Freestyle flow force the soul solar
Wild crooked eyes takes lives
like tabs of acid
By the dozen and still blasting
Go Jurassic
Masked assassin
Pass my nigga hash to roll grass in
He who spit Oblique bleak treats on the beat
Creeps deep in the streets to reap body meat repeat
Cannibal bitches leave mechanical stitches, cure with a sniff till it begins itchin Peep visions
Be some mark ass tricks
Gettin all in the mix,
In yo head with a brick
Kid Lookin fo chips,
Gat clap commence
Hit Yo kid on the fence
Aim for the skull piece nigga drop sense
Driver Pass me torch
As we crash on your block
donuts on yo porch
Plowin niggas that we shot
Hennessy Sargent
At arms and alarmed
Chewy blunt ides brew
Molly pill and lines too
I do drive bys fool
Grind behinds till slime of mine drool straight from my tool
But I ain't twitchin over bitches
Listen to the cheddar glisten
Crippled from missiles crises
prison thizzin with Dionysus
It be wisest to back off the mic without a license
I wear disguises
And pack surprises
Charge prices like a fuckin bison
So when I leave yo mom's room too drunk to fuck, you'd best not be too high to duck my motherfucking uppercut slut, I don't succumb to bustin buds with my thumbs, bitch can chug my lugnuts before I can even begin to cum, and she can't even smoke a crumb, she'll have to reckon with my smoking gun, I'm hot like I just did a hit and run, when I hit the sun, then hit the slums with the spit from my tongue that everyone wants to gum son, I drip snippets of clips like I've got infinite ammunition, and pull a switch and get spastic on a snitch on my mission, so listen, I add division to yo petition, when I'm dishin the lyrical pissins that come true on ya wishins,
Renew your editions
Evidently gas empty in the Bentley
Niggas plenty wanna get put down gently
Who sent me
Got these niggas descending
ain't pretending
Time spending and
spine bending
bind minds to the ending
Just slangin these vibes
Just spittin this jive
Motherfucker watch Yo step like you trippin off landmines
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4. |
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(Spaghetti Blacc)
I'm so dipped turns out I'm drippin
Cops lookin at me like they must be tripping
I'm from the land where the bitches have big beaks
The real niggas speak while the fake niggas tweet
I'm lil mo than a respectable
Receptacle
Except upon inspection I consume like a spectacle
Intercept perspectives from perceptions
With no exception
I turn ya mind into my weapon
Check tip
Some bitches need drugs
Some niggas need love
Whatever you need you gon cop it from some thug
I rocket like a slug
Blowin out of your socket
Before you pull it and cock it
Vanish like a ho who's been long out of pocket
I'll lie to ya face
Slam a Gram of lye to the face
Like BLAM boy lie on ya face
got an arm in the space race
Stir planets in place
Cooking a cake
That'll just make a fiend quake
You stay in your place
Give the money you make
To trained honeys I break
Investigate and get found in a lake
The pounds that I take
To the nose come from mounds
And I hear clear y'all just run from rounds
Or get found in the ground
So now just bow down
Or lay low
Or jump in front of bullets if I say so
They know
Ain't no
Saint with a halo
that I can't mash like potatoes and playdough
(ElderBabaji)
dumb odds for these kids spitting
Sun gods throne sitting
Bone picking
Ho flipping
Kerri strug
on my blade
World trades falling sideways
Moving gold
It's the high grade
Inside the pipe of
a crime wave
Tirades like a saudi king
Pounds of molly Israeli
Now kiss the ring
Blue eyes is the bling
N I'm priceless
Royale
with honeys from cyprus
And money on the dice flip
trip 6
like we satan's device
Only write to sign ourselves
We the nicest
bringing black snow
to these whack hoes
who lack flow
Sun Royale
put the team on my back dough
(Spaghetti Blacc)
My modus operandi
is that fools don't understand me
Shake tectonic plates when a corpse be landing
We in cloud 9
abusing moonshine
Till we flood down on castles
in due time
We be time politickin
Like stricken headless chickens
Still licking our fingers
Till gunsmoke lingers
Unseen creatures
Peep the Hubble telescope to see my features
Then hit the bleachers
Zombie leper crept up in ya sector
left the zone zonked smacked up like a tether
And tender
No lines to lend
Error
And all my rhymes shall return to sender
The Harvest of the hardest
Spaghetti The pharaoh eats cats like he's godless
Until he drop like some fuckin charges
And charges the core like a spartan regardless
The Heartless
I'll turn ya meteor into a martyr before I ever run and cop The Carter
Like 4 through 1
just counted down swat teams better run
Before the game's done
Who's playin son?
I'm dropping niggas from a plane son
Look how it rains son
Royale reigns what?
Can't fade us
Playa haters navigate amongst strangers
just fiending for danger
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5. |
The Plot
04:08
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(chorus)
is you high, stepping to my tribe?
don't know when we ride
Put the funk on the slide
is you high, stepping to my tribe?
One in the chamber
Now watch those bustas hide
is you high, stepping to my tribe?
Empire state
With the Fate bonafide
is you high, stepping to my tribe?
Thug life is the price on the glide
With the scythe
(verse 1)
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM
Smoking gat in my hand
Snort grams of sand
Damn it's the son of Sam
Peep the edge of your seat
Pray you're sitting on some heat
When I creep on the beat
Niggas know to hit the street
People plot to put me in jail
Oh well, all's swell
I suppose I'll see all those niggas back in hell
Won't see me in the pen
Caged up in the zoo
Cock a snub in your room
Sup nigga what it do?
Score's even
Leave demons unable to breath
The fable of cream
Got Teams of heathens seething at the fuckin scene
Combust on the block
Like a rock bloodclot
Cum dust trust muster lust
And still Stuck yo sister's guts
From the Bronx to fort Knox ghost ride a tank
Spit bars of gold
But can't afford to hold a skank
Heart tickin like a time bomb
From the lines I'm on
Spit myself into a fit
Get my grip then i'm gone
(verse 2)
Spit the speed limit
So You think I'm timid
Then you might spot the game but not know why the fuck I'm in it,
To win it
To end it,
Depend on your descendants
To repent for ya fate that's already cemented
Demented
Dumb
Shivering
Numb
Sweating bullets at swat teams
Just for fun
Steady rollin Chevy heavy it's the fade mob
Pistol whip poppin off like corn on the cob,
Like blaow! On a nigga
Ow! Go figure
How you like me now with my finga on the trigga,
Wig split a wishbone
The plot be this,
Get the posse pushing pudding
Stacking pussy and chips,
Not with it broke bitch be dismissed,
Gun in my fist
Fuckin for oracular secrets
Niggas waiting to exist
Creep in the mist
Plan kamikaze vengeance
Like I'll cease and desist
But I'm a plague of gun smoke
Arise from the fog
Never reppin decrepit sets
Or banging on blogs
mothafucka
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6. |
3rd Rail
02:32
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Jim Jones clones bones be accident prone,
so chewy got me goin till their skulls roll home,
dial a murder hit my pager hit the turf with the squirter,
have it yo way niggas flip like a burger,
trigga to yo brains now I'm rollin yo remains,
along with an eighth and and eight ball of caine, what?
strut with some sluts all through Las Vegas,
with 9 millametas of flava, for playa hatas
roll up like zig zag papers,
swervin when i'm servin like a drunken waiter,
cuz a pimp, never rollin skimp,
creep like an imp with the posse,
or on the solid solo tip.
Spaghetti Blacc,
because off the dome its burnt food,
and if you bite this shit, it'll do you no good,
Spaghetti own the world and still can't make bail
cuz i'm in jail over curbstomping a nigga on the third rail,
with baby crime and babaji,
ain't no niggas harmin me,
try disarmin me feel the horror of sotor iron sodomy,
hoes don't pay me to open my mouth,
so I spit sadistic shit till they blow their own brains out,
without a doubt, no drought, final bout over clout,
get in get fed get bread get head,
then get the fuck out
(sniffles)
Don't understand my statements till I contradict them,
and you won't get a crook till you become my victim,
stick em up love, no bluff
bust shots on the bus,
snort caine on the trains,
New York City stay ridiculous,
puffin dust,
got me starin at the corpse like the sun,
sip potions by the oceans mean crazy moves like locomotion,
So one of us must be ready to die,
the other dying to get ready,
so who's dead cuz there can only be one spaghetti
blacc like yo shadow roll up strapped with yo ammo,
understand yo on the triple beam my soul weighs a gram yo,
float through the streets,
descend on some beef,
like a vulture,
blacc about to leave the bones of ya culture
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7. |
Symbols
03:47
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Unnerved cerberus,
crash like a server,
unheard of us murderous herds blast with the same squirter,
wolf paccs pacc nothing but teeth,
believe me seemingly lame like laugh traccs on beats,
but not me see, I be brief,
when I pulls the good grief,
from my sheath, on these streets,
and roll a backwoods leaf,
its the crew that came through with the 22s,
drew some tools and left you fools marked with new tattoos,
proponents with propellers and pyrotechnics,
flex quick or I suspect the bitch is left defenseless,
and if you're at my show hear this and pistol whip a snitch,
else i'll have to fire off two clips to prove i'm ruthless,
you knew this
same old Anubis,
just with a new bitch,
Don't start beef with me or my kinfolk,
cuz we play low like a nigga in limbo,
still akimbo,
while the spot's looking all dismal,
pull up to some drama "what's yo set, throw some symbols,"
better cock yo glock when I speak,
cuz I'm flying off the handle like a nigga on his peak,
find out what you're playing for when you go to war,
or find yourself on the floor from hot shells galore,
these niggas thought rap was an iPhone app,
so now they're tryna locate swag on google maps,
its just when it comes to the riddim n stuff,
I got ridiculous clutch, just suitable for splitting a dutch,
so where's yo guts?
cuz come dusk i'm bout to cut you up till all that's left is dust,
but trust I let the musket bust like zit puss,
and sell some sluts some nuts after they sell some fucking lust,
no contest no truce,
and if a ho ain't got no caboose, she ain't go use, I let her loose,
I never lose,
I got a short fuse, and a long list of pills to fuckin abuse,
I'm hot news cuz you bloodclots ooze,
I make moves and mug niggas for their dues,
I duel till I'm the only fool walkin around a blood pool,
Immaculate rule, so spit it when I ejaculate on pro tools.
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8. |
Radiosthesia
03:22
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Woke up pacing and puffin
Cussin discuss somethin cousin
niggas ain't in my head fo nothin
They plottin somethin
They've earned a death sentence
let me plot vengeance
Let the tabs kick in,
Then let the clan plan how this gon happen
Fo a nigga to keep on rappin
Tryna come up on us
told my nigga to Knuckle up
Leave they mother and they brother
And they fuckin uncle stuck
If a life's a bitch they'll wish they were sluts
when my guns bust they guts
Roll up straight dust
And start puffin at they function
Now I'm watching all these bitch niggas malfunction
They was plottin a hit
Niggas want mine
Handed me a 9
foe they realized I was standing there the whole time
I'm fatter than facts
Blast on spaghetti blacc?
talkin that shit
I hack yo face into an ass crack
Now, who the fuck you send to my man's crib
Cement shoes got that kid kicking dust in atlantis
feed your nuts to some black panthers
If you don't make like Jeeves and start droppin answers
A whole damn caravan of swat vans
Hit the land tryna get two cuffs on both my hands
Laid down upon the punk bitch a hex and a spell
Got him foaming at the mouth eyes roll back up his shell
Sprinkled a gram of crack on his back as well
Cuz the motherfucker sho gon need it in hell
Cuz I'm trippin with my kettle like a motherfucking rebel
Making motherfuckas trip cuz they know I'm the devil
Charge out the front door but not befo I pop the foe foe, and leave foe cops on the fuckin floe
Who wants mo
Woke up a believer of the fiend's fever
Beast mode reaper check the radio-esthetia on ya speakers
I know they just raps
But these speakers be tapped
Got the gat strapped to deal with that
Fool I ain't trapped
Earth can't take my birth back
I can't take a dirt nap
So where the Hearst at?
Been burst at by worse cats
First that curse was placed on my mic
Make a manic summon Manson Panic automatic Plight
With apocalyptic sight
Type sprite designed to fight
Like cheezin ass niggas are the ones about to bite,
I hit em with they son's guns between the buns if they don't run
And stack skrilla just like Attila the hun
And I'm done
Ain't no meddlin with ya ending friend,
Cuz ya fate won't bend fo a benjamin
I spent it
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9. |
Hallowed Be Thy Game
02:56
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If I pick yo block
i'll pick yo lock
And if I pick yo mouth
You lick this cock
Catch me
swerving down ya street
Getting head in the passenger seat
Girl saw my face
on the news
knew she had to tie herself up in my room
Wink like a lens
Give a bitch the bends
Meet new friends ma
Make my ends
Can't pretend
You ain't got lips to lend
Just go with the zen of the pen and listen
Hit the booth with vermouth and two muses,
Truthfully recovering and covered in juices
Hit the the club with a couple of sirens
Looking Hawaiian and hard as iron
post apocalyptic player
On prowl Pussy slayer
Same soothsayer
makin the paper
(chorus)
Warning girl
Cuz i know the game
I ain't strange
To no strange
Cuz I'm fiending
For dames of the evening
Arch that spine
I'm Bout to break out lines
I'm a cognac gynecologist
On call at ya mama's crib
a peeping Tom
Skeaming to get it on
Don't recognize me without my ski mask on
A dick slanging
pussy slamming bandit
banging hookers like a motherfucking addict
I lure em in
I feed em lies
Damn how the camera
Got them mesmerized
Now they wanna be skanks
And hand the man bank
Dial 911 if I touch ya drank
Cuz I leave em in the alley
Or at the fuckin movies
Went in ya purse and cold smoked ya doobie
A Girl growing up dreaming of being a groupie
Can leave money in their pillow and I shall leave a roofie
Like come with me
The orchestrator of dreams
From voices in your head
the whole team in ya bed
Ya heard what I said
Got that ass brainwashed
Can't afford to ask how much brain the game cost
I reel em in
Hook smooth like silk
You got a mustache girl but it sure ain't milk
I'm blind to guilt
Cuz I saw no crime
Cuz the NYPD won't come this time
So i'ma get mine and even bust a rhyme
tell ya mom to be waiting for some nut at 9
Cuz I drive hoes crazy anywhere
And when they go to the asylum
Ho I'm waiting right there
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10. |
Dynasty
02:27
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Droppin shit just like just an anchor
Been in the game and gotta keep it gangsta
Float like a leaf from tree to tree
Won't cease till I smoke the kief
Niggas ain't what they supposed to be
Grief with the toast when they notice me
Rope yo throat when you go to sleep
Ghost in meat
Souls to reap
Creep from the fog
Certain the god
Touched yo dogs
The Boss of the hogs
Down in the trenches
deep like a river
Up in the files like a serial killa
Arise and from the tomb
And can't touch me nigga
My chrome pack no rusty trigger
Roll like a bead of sweat on silk
Drinkin wine and lions milk
My name make weak playas wilt
They don't know how the game is built
(Chorus)
Who burns like a blister
A wack mc
dynasty
One mac named spaghetti
So fuck all you haters
When you see him on the block
He's got that rock in his sock
And still rising to the top
ain't no line like a gram of thizzle
Game so real I could blow a whistle
Or a missile
Stainless issue
Cruel pistol please Do continue
All yo shit seam superficial
So I pop tips in ya bone n gristle
Who will miss you?
Let's roll the dice
Pumpernickel pussy come and pay the price
I claim the prize
Lay waste to mice
Claim their lives
Chain yo wives
Yo All my lies
Are Alibis
Whos getting wise
cut down to size
I petrify and paralyze
I pulverize you putrefy
No use to try
Off with yo head
Wondering how blacc gon stay on bread
Locked on Lead with the Infra red
Stoned dead like medusa dread
Judge
You see I don't budge
Bud stuck in my lungs
Slugs dump from my guns
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11. |
Plasma Python
04:20
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You punks is target practice
Like the place I ash my matches
Heaving hatchets
Leave haters in crap caskets
Snap like a switch
Which bitch hit the fence
All of em
All Hear their ancestors calling em
Disgusted Pop slugs like I'm droppin cents
Mic check for nonsense
Plug thugs with a wrench
Call drugs to the bench
Like 8th quarter suspense
But before you can guess
I spit a lyrical mess
Oh shit right here in the flesh
Aim for that s on ya chest
I bless the rest with my tense
Test the rap godless
I'm loaning chrome
I'm mowing bones
Blowing holes in residential zones
So holmes Let it be known
(chorus)
Fucc you niggas
Mark ass bitches
Skeeming ass hoes
Playa hatin snitches
Fuck they life if they ever got it twisted
Now they missin steady dumpin punks in ditches
Bitch nigga wake up and gum the gunpowder, want some shit to smell but I can't sell you any of my flower,
can't catch a case? bump my tapes to the face, grapes draped over papes since space is the place, bossferatu, the boss forgot you, popped you, lost you, ya crew got no clue, boo hoo ya boo move with all ya glue, now you got nothin to do, since she robbed you, but I'm flossin often from awesome coffins, to primordial stew in my st ides brew, woo! Fuck rapture I descend on respect, eat the pearly gates and skeet em round yo main bitch's neck, blacc like a shadow waiting to rise, kill lights in the sky watch the sun capsize, strapped I clap the mack before a mac's eyes, big and small fries draw gats or draw flies cuz
I be the plasma python
With a scythe for you to bite on
I'm mike Tyson
Riding a white bison
Giggin and geekin
In the club heat seeking
If there's no mic there's no need for me to be speaking
Spaghetti you a star now
Take out the gat and blast
Across my chest
like you were signing an autograph
Don't make me laugh
Blast? Never for free
Spaghetti charge a fee for discharging the .380
See
I be doin them dirty
Bumps of dust till my nose stop hurting
Sneeze blood
On ya grub
No love
For a bottle of bub
Full throttle in a bronze bathtub
Handle of heen
Swat cars packed
With macks from the team
Maggots get stabbed when they back face the screen
Change the scene
Blaze the green
Foes get towed and throwed to the sea
After they donate their spleens to me
So that a nigga may properly feed
Billion bloods is what I bleed
My nigga got the recipe
Be Thizzin off the ecstasy
So check the pharaoh's destiny
The Next time you sit next to me
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12. |
Dirges From A Maestro
03:06
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The mind behind the sun
Direct yo eyes to my gun
Materialize my mantras monsters
Stomp on ya lungs
The obelisk
merely a sonogram to soundscan
Maestro must I write these minions out the damn program
It's urgent
I'm dealing out dirges
System surges
As Spaghetti cold splurges
On urges
Then throws em in the furnace
Stepping up in hell
Better pack twin burnas
Hide butterfly knives beneath bitches burkahs
So You crept in the mind
of the alpha zulu
Where zombies push pins in a fool like some voodoo
Spells on a doll
Got a bitch by his balls
Me and babaji bout to beat him with his own bra
Shit
Save your hands fool you don't know me
My tape be the last thing ya fingers holding
and I'll pry that shit cold out yo grip
Run yo crib for chips
Fuck yo bitch n split
make you jump like a rabbit
Hopped up like an addict
Dump like a savage tuning into the static
Bezerk tech burst burn ya ass like it's branded
Holding a scepter
Holy moses
It's Hannibal lecter
Makin niggas turn just like defectors
I detect they neck spin
Now just they restin
Arrested over less than a drop of absynth
I'm adlibbin bad kid decked out like Aladdin
On Saturn
Hash came out the sash like an assassin
I'm the monster mashin glasses
See them crashing
I like to get wet
But you don't see me splashing
I need my respect
But you don't see me askin
I get it all
but you don't see me baskin
I've seen it all
Best believe I'm past it
And I'm straight elastic
Bounce out the club when the shotgun blasted
Yeeah in a ski mask kid
Roar as I soar cuz we goin Jurassic
And we on acid
Lookin like we just hopped out a goddamn casket
Either mine or yours
Eitherway I'm sure I'm still fiending for more
Rip open ya head
Just lookin for bread
I'd rather cook him instead
With tips of lead
187 grams of dementia
Just one in my chamber daring others to enter
Dissenters dissected
Dead and disrespected
If they comin after me
They only get one second
Instead of a reward
They got a lesson
Don't fuck with this nigga
With the smiff n wessun
Sniff In directions
Of curses and blessins
Leave heads depressed
Leave Feds guessing
Cast down all my worldly possessions
Like you broke nigga
Face the gold trigga
Spaghetti blacc sicker
Than jack the ripper
And this Mac deliver
Lines deeper and longer than the Tigris river
Can't deny it
I aint lyin I'm goin out like a twister
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13. |
Lucid In The Game
01:57
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Scraped fates at their apex,
bandana 'round the funk
blast at punks when they flex,
inspect Malcolm Rex and get a hex of techs,
blasting down your neck son I suspect your next,
high like a nigga on a magic carpet,
backwoods rolled and i'm fuckin finna spark it
wait your turn, taciturn, in the tabernacle
cuz I clean the scene, leave neither a cry nor a cackle
should be in the morgue on the shelf,
cuz I laugh to myself and it ain't for my health
but you beat me to it cuz I picked your head and put a bullet through it,
you knew it since you saw my set's still smooth like fluid,
Lucid In The Game I don't loose it,
cuz my grip won't loosen,
abuse a nuisance like a drug I'm using
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14. |
Encapsulated Venom
03:27
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Came sick like a rusted nail in my dick
niggas couldn't feel ya tapes if there was Braille on it
I ain't no clunky junkie
Ask humptie dumptie
Glocks busting it must be
Old dusty rusty
Straight ninja nigga
Rigormortis snort the winter
Sickle sport ya cohorts
Goal with the blowtorch
Cannibal with the cannabis
Can I bust?
Yes I must
And Ransack animals
Give lectures to Hannibal
for the decibels
Test me fool
And guess what vestibule
on Neptune
nurses ya nephew
Or maybe you ain't learn yet from what you heard from me
Time to burn like incinerate the infirmary
They say eating's not cheating
you know
But I chose to dip my tongue in some undead soul
so I gotta spit from the crypt for the show
Befo My own rhymes pack up my flow And just go
Whoa
You loser
bow down to the yakuza
Mephistopheles rockin these
fools medulla
Syndicate slithers
Simply leave sucka niggas
up in slivers
Cuz my shiv's got shivers
Niggas think they do it Bigger than spaghetti John gotti
Shit
Over my dead body
If I drop
I turn 6 feet deep into the top
Plot how to cop top notch hydrolics for this box
All the game's a stage
Get yer gauge and rage
And flip the script quick
BeFore I turn the page
I catch a whiff
of a bitch
overdosing on shit
And bit her noggin
Just to suck out the oxycotton
And spat her blood back at her
While rats scatter
to turn her pussy into a platter
Haha The god's laughter
attracts disasters
Subtracts they cash
And stamps that ass
Till it's battered
It's hysterical
Clerics catch a miracle
Of ballistics and rock holy apparel
My bottom ho thought I won the lotto so
I scalped her like a navajo Geronimo on heron with the bottle broke
My flows got the hoes froze in they fuckin pose and when I throw some elbows you know we break nymphoes
With ease yo
All these diseased negroes
Up In my peoples
Liquid squid
Be lethal
Amoeba mobb feeble
They gets no sequel
I need to feed
Like trees need febreeze
Swords Cast brainstorms when the trigger squeeze
Or brain freeze like dream police
Heard ya up like sheep
Put yo whole team to sleep
The only time I skip a beat
I rip lips with my kleats
If I were 6 feet deep
I'd scuff 6 niggas sneaks
Struck 6 wannabes
Dumb with terminology
The deaf step with vengeance
Blind to repentance
Dumb niggas guess right
And run from a red light
I run train terminal
Rip verbals in ya cervical
Worms susceptible
To crawling up and out my mental
Just to get Loaded in the tech and spray kids up like a stencil
My man's wonder if I can lend him some encapsulated venom
Laced with unleaded
And voltage embedded
If I said it that's indeed how clowns be gettin deaded
Casting clouds down loud
When I break out of heaven
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15. |
Scripture
02:01
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Roam a Lone blacc tone locc lookin broke
Finna smoke some dope with a few kinfolks
plot somethin sinful
Simple
Riddle ya crib to push Bullets in ya mothafuckin dimples
Kid moves flow like ripples
Turn bloods into cripples
Tripple
6 niggas be needing nickels
Never drop a dime
only droppin chalk on an outline
Drop kick on a nigga's spine
Nigga I
Figga I
Spit cryptic dipped in triptych ellipticals
Trip livid rip giltches in the predictable
mystical
Catch it in the physical
As the raining flame
With the remaining name
Reboot my rusted veins
Crane style
check brain for the fuckin game
Switch it up
Didn't mean to interrupt
But I think we ought to discuss some pimp stuff Ripgut
Slipped up
Blistas
check heat to the kissers
Scripture
Spitten by spaghetti mister
Master
Plastered like a natural disaster
Bastards run for my cash but faster
I pull out the blaster
aka the pastor
Mind straight vacant off the brew I'm makin
Dazed and impatient from abusing medication
Inhale gunsmoke with a nigga Bone locc
Gung ho
At yo pitiful memorial
You heard this
Headphones got you in a furnace
I surface
Break niggas for they fuckin purpose
Perverted
Phenotype bandit in a new pair of jeans
Recognize game when it freezes up Yo screen
Bitches n bustas just be bluffin over nothin
Cousin flustered fuck buck first then start cuttin
This one headed Cerberus
Be Makin me nervous
So I loot heads from ya fuckin funeral service
You bustas pantomime my crimes
When I put it in rhyme
I get ahead of my time
and fuck it from behind
Ignore these MCs like they ain't children of mine
stayin high from the amount of time I put on the grind
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16. |
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(Spaghetti Blacc)
I'm going sicker than psycho like a rifle when I'm on the mic yo,
In the club tripping rolling with 12 disciples,
despicable despotic what do I have to obey fo?
In like a whisper out like a tornado,
and I took fifty niggas out the club with me,
just cuz I shot up the club don't mean my clip's empty,
you know I came in a coffin, better go in a casket,
or I came in a casket at your mother's grave on acid,
I came in coughing but don't expect me to pass shit,
smoke dust with my foes befo we be blastin,
how long this shit be lastin,
she wanna get with a rap cat, watch how fat her ass get,
and when I say shake it watch it get spastic,
sporadic panic when you get smacced with the automatic,
you know I'm bonafide, then you go and hide,
I ain't on a soda high when I copped coke from my other guy
(Macc Trigger)
Me iffy itchy nigga buck quick with baretta,
smoke sticky quickly dip with all ya chedda,
me dirty gangsta,
macc trigga blasta,
rude boy ticc and explode on a bastard,
neva see me talkin with tha police,
they afraid to see me stackin all their cheese
so I pull degrees, leave em deceased when they tell me freeze,
badges ain't got mothafuckin shit on me
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17. |
Enochian Chess
03:06
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Shoulda woulda but it's over
I'm colder than anti freeze
Poured into yo soda
Hold up
Rollers
Wet like coasters
From here to west coast get addicted to Yola
Tryna keep up with bullets from my toaster
I got em on the wall and they fall like a poster
And I'm supposed ta
surrender respect to a poser?
No sir
Look a lil closer
My motive is to lace yo crib with explosives
Hopeless
Focused and I'm fucking atrocious
I'm strapped with a fat Mack 11
For ya brethren
Line up skulls
cuz we prep em for the severin
A torpedo Negro
Who will eat people
Or serve em up
A fuckin lyrical enema
My enemies remedy
Is not to remember me
The safest place be
In the damn penitentiary
L O double c
Double o z e
B l double o d
In his own forty
OK yay MDMA
Run train in the city like mta
Say
My name and the pain will follow
In this game with hallows
Sniff my balls and follow
Shit
I got a reckless sense of abandonment
So if you understand it
Bitch I gotta desert it
Learned it and left it on the dancefloor hurtin
From the lurkin to merkin
I take it further for certain
Bezerk piece of work on the turf
They call earth
And I smirk cuz all you niggas is worth dirt
On ya speakas
Mista cleana
With a nina
Misdemeanors
Left in Argentina
Creep in Korea
Once I see ya
Believe i'll deceive ya
I peel em up
And feel em up
And leave em with their heels up
I take
I don't give a fuck slut
Spaghetti served cold,
yeti twenty tears old,
On bread like mold
Till I turn it into gold
With my tool
convert generations of fools
Raised up cruel like a pigeon off a stool
Got sluts trailing my brail
right back to jail
Killer whale
With no squares on my motherfuckin tail
Gotta break these wannabe whores like a shell
I'm spitting in tongues son can't you
Fuckin tell
Hand creeping up ya girlie like a spider
Is this hutch a mule cuz she smuggle donkey inside her
Spilling from the reptilian
Sitting on the ceilin
just feeling paint peelin
plotting a killin
When the steppin begin
Slim Ya Chances are grim
Clip the wind from ya grin
Flipped like a dolphin
Cowards say ow
It's the nigga creeping with exceptional prowess
And power to sneeze out meteor showers
Execute exquisite exceptional powder
Is all I devour every hour on the hour
Back the fuck off my tapes
You crepe and cupcake ass fakes
I levitate at my own wake wait
Got the empire state
locked in checkmate
Great blacc shark separate
The snakes from the spaghetti on the plate
Rivals strive for revival
Fiending for Chemically enhanced survival
So no such thing as a victim
Less there be a bitch ass snitch ass
Witness with him
Glock grippin caddy dippin gorilla
Hold yo cereal I'm a psycho killa
silly rabbit
Get picked up and dropped like a dope habit
Blow holes in ya planet with me automatic
Lose it? Getting spastic? maggot I let ya mothafuckin have it
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18. |
Killing Spree
01:58
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When theatrics pop off who be ready to clap?
Mac strapped to the sack
sketti blacc be back
With a round of applause
Actor's get ya gauze
Actress ditch ya bra
Flip script on you all
Still bump Todd shaw
Bitch
Cuz life's too short if you work for the law,
Concentrating but incapable of contemplating with a full deck
Yet murder be the subject
Brain dead bronx style
Get wild or profiled
Tribulations and trials
Of a nigga with a vial
So tell ya ho I'm always ready to go
Toe to toe fa show roll round these elbows
Like rock for rock
Burn fuel like a train
I can't be stopped
When the flame hits the cocaine
mang
its all insane in the game
and you know i'm taking off straight to the brain
next train
nigga
hop off at yo stop
leave ya whole block smokin hot
nigga
smoke it all
yo whole neighborhood
leave it all like that resin, no good
shit niggas wanna bang they sets
bang my threats
nigga take it to the neck
this knife
mothafucka i'm to bout it
to get sniped
muthafucka goodnight
Beach boys sex toys bitch make pet sounds,
ass down when I come around fuck ya like a hound,
touchdown when the pound come to town,
cuz we'll leave yo ass in the ground where you won't get found,
everything strapped on the fishscale's sharp,
you get wet in the dark but won't fuck with a shark,
imbed in a skylark parallel park,
stand on ya spliff in my piff blue clarks,
so what did it do?
Slaughter fools in the room
sprayed up like perfume,
nigga nice to know you
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19. |
Bushidō
02:27
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My rhymes on ya mind leave you bustas pantomime,
and paralyzed hang a nigga by his family ties,
with the blunt smoke I arise, a sundried samurai,
let me clarify, eyes red unleashing lullabyes,
on parole you can't patrol for a pimp puking petrol,
niggas know I let the tech go,
jacc your birthright get the lentil,
dissect the distance within instants,
dismiss the dispossessed
disrespect your spinal discs I disconnect,
spaghetti switch up spit like a new clip,
and under my tongue be a ten strip of some new shit,
new lesions on a demon from my semen,
have ya believing my seed only breeds in nosebleed season,
Don't know how you get into this shit mayne,
but check a hitman crip walk out of the quicksand,
the way I kill game my fate's sealed in the hall of aim,
niggas get maimed when I flip my mane,
they say don't cry over spilled milk
so don't snitch when my gat tilt
have yo whole fam killed,
blood in blood out, is what the game's about
so if you still pump blood punks plot to catch you en route,
i'll have you hatin on everything you appreciate,
and everything you've taken for granite slam it against the goddamn granite,
they gave me the game so I ran it,
Spaghetti Blacc's tracc be the sharpest blade on the dope planet when I land it
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20. |
Licence To Ice
02:13
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Cloak on back with a gangster track
Smokin fat with some gangster cats
I be that nigga strapped with his own beats
And his own rhymes
And snorting lines
Getting amped like a killa
With blood on his skrilla
Fuck with a gorilla
Gung ho nigga
Get served for dinner
Beginners better watch they step
I'll leave you shell shocked just like a vet
See this triple threat crip will slit ya neck
I simply spit the best bet I run yo respect
check this, I done cooked the scheme
Reckless off triptamines
Ecstasy and celery
And whatever else I so happen to see
Trigger happy at the crime scene
What the police will be finding
A nigga that ain't done shootin or thizzing or rhyming
Frightening
I'm blazed up
Drunk with 2 AKs up
And I ain't give my days up
So sucka lie down and gaze up
Same sun Royale
Same holy cow
That crippling force
That made you bow
Tame now with ya face down
Insane son but we spray clowns
I got a liscence to ice bitch
We got vices and human sacrifices
Only the nicest
I wouldn't give discounted prices on dick to Isis
Look we lifeless
like laptop devices
Cut out yo eyes see no suprises
Mice Get silenced sliced and slaughtered
And we slanging dick right to ya daughter
Step I got a rep like Imhotep
For self medication and growing impatient
Take yo spliff lace it
Then cut off yo lips and let you taste it
I must be wasted
Makeshift brain cells in my attic static got you flooding yo basement a bad habit
The blacc jackrabbit dag nabit be the nastiest nigga on the goddamn planet
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21. |
Spaghetti Blacc
03:40
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Can't fuck with us
Can't fuck with the sun
Sun Royale
Spaghetti blacc
Put fools on their back
You're out of luck
You're gonna get snuffed
Rollin through NYC with a guillotine
Ready to sell hell to a dope fiend
Cuz it's ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Live by the powder
Or die like a coward
See and I stay lickin my teeth
Ticking like a motherfuckin timebomb in these streets
Two hands on a clock
One hand on my glock
One hand on my bitch
Tell me when will it stop
Talkin shit like I'm a disgrace
When in my face just ain't yo place
Number one runner in the balla race
Gum some coke and be on the chase
Bitches is privileged to be my business
Blind nigga vision
Nigga did you listen
My fist is glistnin
Fit description
Kill within instants
To Refill pescriptions
I'm gifted
but i guess foes missed it
Don't risk it
See the biscuit Quick kiss it
You extinguished
New vision
New mission
Suspicion
Limbless
he ain't livin
He ain't fibin
Just livid
He ain't cooked a bird since thanksgiving
No pilgrims
Plymouth Rock up in my chillum
chickenheads gawk
So you know I had to grill em
Know I had to kill em
When I stepped up in the buildin
Caught some feelings
Like you caught some bullets
You caught the case even though you didn't pull it
Judge in court Tryna give you life
And that's about all you can take of mine
Got lives to burn I'm a cat with a nine
Doing dirt to cats Born under bad signs
Since the symbols single made you say damn he can rhyme
These niggas claim I be inferior
Spaghetti be material
Game be ethereal
Killa goin serial
Before we be imperial
Effervescent presence
And sense second guessin
Head shaped like a crescent
Homies all stressing
Cuzz I hulled out the weapon
Dump like a profession
Sliced into sections
Stupid slut slit up
shoulda sought for protection
Cuz i Jacked her whole pension
Now hoes jock the ethiopian prince
But these bitch ass niggas ain't seen the nigga since
Check footprints
Hes an Urban myth
Ghost like a spliff
Smoke float up the mist
Me thinks you've been dissed
Slit yer own wrists
Sisters dismissed if they don't bring me chips
Flip out the whip and tug those extensions
Savage business I already mentioned
ask me if I'm stressin
I'm blasting with a smiff n wesson
You niggas back off my nuts especially if you reppin
Some faded out clique
Some square ass shit
if my names in yo lip
Bet you gonna get flipped
Walkin in the club straight shotty first
And throw the afterparty in the back of my Hearst
I run amok like I'm drunk driving a truck
Who gives a fuck just stick befoe you stuck
Run through the Bronx with a scythe
Mid daylight
Lips foam purple sprite
Craving to feast on these sheep as creepin ass mothafuckas
With a fork and boxcutter time for supper
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22. |
Hear No Evil
03:00
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The sandman's gang hangs thangs in the canyon,
abandon your companions when you see spaghetti landing,
typhoon type skype my money out in Hungary,
funny nose stay runny till the sky stops being sunny,
chirp like a wicked cricket,
sip sizzurp from a spigot,
pick a pimp's script and stick it like it's earning you tickets,
my verse is like a cavalcade of curses,
gives you hell and yet takes your fuckin purses,
you'll ask what your purpose is,
and pop yourself when I say your fuckin worthless bitch,
bloodthirst and gats burstin don't let a nigga hurt,
prescribed painkillers by my motherfuckin bottom nurse
Known to turn Cadillacs to hearses,
when a bullet disperses,
heatin up like a short circuit,
I'm painkillers for the fuckin game,
injected into the vein,
sizzles up the brain,
overdose and do it again,
you must've forgot,
I'll ruin ya spot,
that red dot's no sunspot,
I got the plot to drop a cop,
only stop to smoke some pot,
or watch a lot of niggas rot,
red rum robot,
with the eyes bloodshot,
I write these rhymes in the scroll with Yo soul,
when I get the weed wonder how a blunt get rolled
pluckin pills from my puke as I pull over the coop, lookin at Yo stoop
ready to drop the phat nuke,
blood on my suit
and niggas lookin at me crazy,
cuz I put that 9 in the pussy and blast my own baby,
should shut your mouth maybe before your found by the navy,
wiping blood off my chin like some goddamn gravy,
huff piss bump shit clique murderous,
a cannon to yo ear
now i bet you've fuckin heard of us,
red rum up the rectum
the way I dissect em,
my septum floods my drip and then I spit this here perfection,
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23. |
Pillennialism
02:01
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Waking atom bomb in the dream of Hellspawn
Sign on to find the planet's mind.com
Earth don't spin like a cd-rom
Advertise to survive post bills on ya mom
Most pills will decide to just chill in my palm
But not for long soon they'll all be gone
Am I on?
Niggas hear my songs and swear that psalms were drawn all over their back and arms
And blacc ain't talkin tats
I'm talkin jackhammers that pack patterns overwrite lashes on ya asscrack
It was written
Only bitten when teeth rippin the flesh off you hip hop flip flop kittens
What you mean you don't fuck with spaghetti blacc?
Whip out the gat
Gave that ass a smack,
Creep across the ceiling like a fuckin balloon
Land on a goon
I ain't a looney toon
Crack calisthenics with a crackhead aesthetic
You gonna look real pathetic if you think that I regret it
Nigga I done spat my worth
Nigga I done put in work
Yeah i Put it in the turf
Even when it wasn't earth
Approached the light in the tunnel
After I snorted sand
To make the planets all crumble
With a mic in my hand
Like Infiltration
Paper chasin
Poppin without patience
Is the sum of all equations
I roll up like a yoyo
Throw up some logos
Pop the 4 4, pose for photos
And bounce like a pogo
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24. |
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Spray like a geyser at yo firestone tires,
despised by wired liars cuz I packs a heat miser,
I'm mister melt the ice off ya wrist quick then slit it,
slipped this shit in what i'm sippin,
been tipped since the beginnin,
I slice from ear to ear when I see a goon grinnin,
roll dice with the mice and bet ya pastor's still sinnin,
still choppin coke when the swat raid the spot,
they don't know about the plot, and the gats that I got,
turn red dots into red ink blots watch,
the 9s 45s drop the AR cuz its hot,
read "Art of War" through the scope, spark notes,
spark those Backwoods,
semi automatic, slaughter habbit, silly rabbit,
I see your smiff-n-wesson so I think I'll go and grab it,
and pistol whip the piss out of you goddamnit,
I'm tossin mags serving brain damage
like a fucking savage,
nabbing all your fucking cabbage,
on the fucking average,
its the one kid sicc lunatic syndacite,
with the whole tool kit, bout to swig shit wig split,
gimme a pound of lines, then I might rap,
or pull a nigga out a moving Cadillac,
I'm a pretty twisted cat, where's your iddy biddy strap?
see a jimmy hat, that I left, on ya momma's back
Shit.
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25. |
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Don't sell yourself short cutty
I ain't kid cudi,
I'll leave the whole scene bloody
Gimme my money
Never stressing smokin resin
Up in this delicatessen
During Armageddon,
Lecture lessons with a smiff n wesson
I let the ladies and ho's know
That I got the keys to the Al Capone suite fa show,
It's the syndrome infested aggressor
Malcolm x professor won't bow to a lessor,
Slash through ya heroes like zeroes,
On the ones and twos
For real I deal out the blues,
Deloused in the virtual like deleuze
And if you punks like to lose
Stay tuned like a tool, fool
Broadcast too fast for niggas to last,
Revolution televised don't make me laugh
Alas
evolution rolled up like hash
With a splash of your ancestor's past
Then I hit the gas with the wrath of the human aftermath,
And burn cash like the economy crash
Bitch
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26. |
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27. |
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I puts it down with triple threat pedigree
Ripple effect whence I spit upon my enemies
In waves,
watch braves run from the blades
With mo chopped up snow than the ice capades
Posse on one side
Dumpin punks into the Hudson
Cuz we trumped them mothafuckas with dust n slugs bustin
End of discussion
shut it and listen to somethin
display game and erupting
Just like this pistol Combustion
Heard your name dropped a tape
But nobody copped it
Bout to pop all these people with names
Cuz one of y'all dropped it
I'm smokin somethin tropic
But back to the topic
I got knocks to put the top in a plot
no Rush to get in a box
Like How i Rush a spot when it's hot
But Hospitals is where I send cops in the Bronx
I jump to fort Knox like a fox
Who's been freed of his thoughts
Smoking chewy treading empty parking lots
type nigga seldom seen but heard
A little disturbed
I put that on my curb cuz that's my word
I copped a drop top, rocks and a yacht
Bitch can't check all the shit that I got
I could bump a sketti blacc track
That feat Aylak
And crack a Mac's back with the wheels of me kadlak
If there's shit to be finished
Bet individual digits I diminish
Niggas wish they ashes sprinkled in my spinach
Oh ho how they grimace
At the slim ace
With the tin face
Can't get maced
When I'm on the chase
Is yo shoes laced
Yo slow paced hoes it's too late
The great just served ya fate on a plate
I imbue bullets on you new niggas ready to pull shit
It's bullshit
I'm standin on the pulpit
with a strap like a tool kit
you look like a fool kid
Talkin shit right
now that I'm on the mic
Trust bitch
Its Cocaine bong rips for life
So why you crying
It's yo highness
at his finest
Pull out ya Prime rib with a pair of pliers
Admire
the timeless rhymes slanging prowess
Cuz cowards powder becomes ours and devoured
So Sour chowderheads get dropped from a tower
Yeah and it don't quit
Spit in yo ear like a hollow tip
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