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Sub Zero Fye 01:57
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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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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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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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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Peep Game 04:17
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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