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Angkor Water 10:52
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Switchblade flows still rippin em up Behold tabs of gold Twist they wires Shoelaces stay trippin em up I give em the signal Niggas lit up for singles ain't that simple shyt Peel they lid like Pringles When they hid Can't hold they shit together with Tourniquets Beat my chest like specimen alpha Who the best of these insects Gnats feast off dead rat flesh Talcum Powder up my nose Spicy like salsa Spyin on em like Malcolm They had gps so we route them Then I digest but I digress Scratch out my eyes I got 2 crystal balls fulla sess & I can see my demise nowhere to hide And Surrounded by landmines So I break yo spine! Now yo shit is mine! Thought a plate full of spaghetti would cool down But you niggas ain't let go y'all forks So who the fuckin fool now Betta go back to eatin dat pork Startin beef bitin spaghetti Will leave you & cohorts Needing more than just that life support nigga Watch my hatred rise While they plot & figga I ain't put no condom on my glock When I'm bussin the trigga The shit I be bumpin now is so hot I just sprinkled ear wax on my raisin bran & it's 6 I CLOCC I don't know who u b raisin fam But a goon watch Never fucked with raider klan Baby stool in my flame heated spoon Bam Smack to the zoom Rack focus Background packed fulla tombs You hopeless Let my rhymes take a crack now you open In time for me to crank off In yo back crevice while you smokin I rest a dagger on my teef Swish it around my mouth Let it fly off like acrobatics Lyrical gymnastics at they peak Let me tenderize this holy beef Doctors can't hold me down Like Bruce banner I just be battering these orderlies Like a madman Dashing across these borders wif them quarter keys To a korg Strike like a chord I bounce yo head off the pavement Like it's my only reward And never rewind My tapes tied around the tests of time Like tabs of magnetic strips Start to bubble up when they sit betwixt my lips Now I'm foaming from my dick The game's fixed You ain't believe in shit but hits That's why you be leaving up out this bitch But not rich Draped out in nothing but stitches Left to dry out in the penitentiary With them convicts But u ain't listen
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Golden ogre Smokin boulders gettin colder as I'm growin older Gargle gargoyles Ferment like yola Heat up like yo Chevy nova Decomposing cuz I'm the chosen choad Erect glock unload Eyes behind the scope staring at yo soul Credits fast forward to the next episode I bet he bout to explode In the bout bouncin Take a sip from me golden fountain Or sit down what the shit he spittin about now Godless sphinx spread I'm rushin in for the pink with a moose head My phalanx always stand beside me Ready to hide me You get blinded by the hook Light my fry witta flashlight Cast a shadow with my smoke Make you wanna soak your sins in soap Cuz I got yo skin hangin from a rope Don't know what type of shyt u in Me & my syndicate done kidnapped the pope Princess cuts paid for by Benjamin's from the Vatican In fact his brain is sitting on my lap In a formaldehyde filled vat Emaciated Yo crew vacated like you was yet to be emancipated But before you evacuated I hit em up like the matrix's own Agent smith clones Now u pretendin u Asian & can only speak sign language Holmes get a mile away from me with that bullshit!! That u be pushin I'm quick to pull shit That john woo shit gonna leave you reppin The fuckin hospital! Sinister steeply stepped in crept up Plugged in & geeked out At a glance you see a a young nigga in yo reflection & fuckin freak out Had to travel back in time To spit with latency for the last verse Succulent cancers combust In the hearts of backup dancers Mid can can standing in New York Sans suntan Lotion in my fist Bout to beat down on my dick & the friction keep me lit ho wipe that shit off yo lips I'm a pissed piston a turbine turd That turn rhymes absurd & burn ya caddle & be out wit dem birds Burr I can't feel my face Must be blacc ski weekend They fly all over the place & skeet where u thought freakin Shirt up geek it's spaghetti blacc speakin Squeakin off the treatment Got the whole beaker in my beak Beat niggas whilest I swallow the beat
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Manta Ray 04:04
Youza dick Ridin bitch ass Simp nigga sizzle up like grass On my block u ain't get no pass Spit on a nigga Then pull out dem triggas Dumb shyt how figga we finsta blast Youz da pusher but I'm bout my cash U chargin 2 much I'm a pull a jack Neighborhood dopeman Jus got left flat Now them junkies is all left on my back Like monkeys but it ain't goin down like that Smack a fiend wit da baseball bat Most hated mane in the game Still spaghetti blacc For no one I ain't got no lovin Let pistols explode Up in yo lobe And empty the clip into yo stomach You white bitches already know I'm comin
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DISC 1: Afterlife Revenge
Traccs 1-5
DISC 2: Dispelled Inner World
traccs 6-10

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released January 15, 2016

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