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released December 27, 2012

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Track Name: Gods On Safari Feat. Spaghetti Blacc - Let A Bitch Know 2k13 feat. Spaghetti Blacc
Ah goddamn
Aint you heard I was a pimp
So why ask why i
Smack the shit from yo lips
My palms itch bitch
Time to make a career
You can be the head bitch
If I can work the rear
Gangsta of tha year
I'd love to see a nigga I despise
Try me
Not wise minded
Your time rewinding
open wounds in the sky
When the light shine blinding
Coca cola rage rip phase
Disengage the plague
Play them days like my n-gauge
Like a hand full of braids
I'm busting to ya brains
I got corn and grits
on the tip of my dick
From when I fucked yo bitch
And pulled my dick from her lips
One love to my blood
Ho tep from thutmosis
Ferocious
Slide in the spot wit explosives
I inhale just to expose my heat
Because crack cocaine is what sells on this street
Where I be pollunaticking
Off that sick campaign
Showing up late for debates
Mixing codeine with V8
It's still late
and I'm shouting at yo mate
While I'm standing on a crate
Tryna hop this fucking gate
Like a tommy tucker sucker
Scratching up and down my face
Living only happy
Always dying with a grudge
Buzzed like a fly
Staying high off these drugs
Nigga what?
Fo sho
Soon as they come in the do
I'm finna let a bitch know
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - 3 Scoops
Pay me what you owe me
Or ho pay me what you know
Homie
No bologna
Or phony
Squatting on 20 inch chromies
My ponies
Important
And of every assortment
Don't get it distorted
Morbid Feds
Report live from the morgue bed
For more head
I swore bread
Would never get broken with a cracka
I'm the gat packer
On my mind is alpaca
We Crack bats
Over backs of fat cats
Smacked slap
Gang tats on Cadillacs
But mommy I wanna marry a dopeslanga
A gangbanga that'll beat me with a coat hanga
This nigga thought cow tipping meant paying these heffers
We aint dropping coin
Thought a bitch knew better

Wood grain
Migraine
My brain
Insane
My game
Spit flames
It's simple pimp
We get lit
If you see a nigga walkin down the block
And you know that he's headin to ya spot
This nigga finna get shot
Punk nigga raise up and get dropped
better Look out for yo kind
Cuz we gon look out for yo kind
When we run up from behind
And blast ya kind with my nine
I know y'all know I done already switched the game up but I'm finna do you one better and switch the field up
If you fuckin in the bushes then ya fuckin with a real one
.38s are special but 45s are fine
Walk the thin line
between demented and divine
Send chills down my spine
Blind swine with my rhymes
It's that serial killer spaghetti
Get ready to lose fetti

So yo don't be fuckin around simp
This that pimp yo bitch shit
That slit yo wrist quick
And piss on yo biscuit
We the ice cream peddling panthers
With answers
No reprimanding
I demand my Miranda's
Bananas
Shot yo block
But not after I popped a film canister
In a camera
But did I catch you candid?
Outstanding
Yo face now need branding
And I'm chunkin a Duce
No truce
Pop on yo block then poof
Go head and send in ya troops
But We the kings of the boof
Bitch ain't that the troof
Now go and hop off this roof
I need proof
If niggas claim to possess juice
Cuz I'm hacking up these traccs
Plaques made with heads of macs
Sittin on my stacks
Even shitting with my gat
The name spaghetti blacc
What's up jack
Yeah spaghetti blacc is back
As a matter of fact
And if they confiscate my dope?
Like all 3 scoops
My goon units gwon swoop
Peel Tha cops off my stoop
Y'all got spaghetti talkin ice cream
But I ain't never leakin out secrets
We ain't comparing oranges to apples
Slanging crack and rap battles

3 strikes 3 scoops 51 flavors and 0 free samples nigga add that shit up
A DJ An MC plus a one man army niuh
For rillza tho
Strictly 4 my niggaz 4 life on the 3rd rail
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - Can You Put It In The Air (The Reign)
I got nothing
The only ingredient I need to make something sunny
This reign ain't nothing funny
Blades decapitate snow bunnies
So gimme yo money
I'm a cold dummy
Nose runny
Hollering at sweet cakes
Yeah she a thick honey

Yeah I see you over there
But can you put it in the air

Now I might need a beat to spit
But the 4 4 don't
Say this nigga sick
With that gat down yo throat
What I promote
Fuck yo life nigga
We still out here gorilla pimping
Devolutionary pollution incinerating
Our minds
Up chuck
Rewind
That game
You tried to get me hooked on with them lines
Fuck never stuck in the game
Unlock and take lives
Shake minds
back to the beehive
We realign the signs
When they hit the sunlight
If they hit yo eyesight
You run from this gunfight
You'll be dead before tonight
And I'll be in yo bed
gettin head from yo wife
And she puffin on my flesh scythe
Like a glass pipe
got yo main bitch screaming
I'm the gangsta of the year
And While you're still bleeding
I'll fuckin cut off your ears
And disappear
Like nigga
It's all in yo mind
And it's all up to you
And If you front on mines
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - .EXECRATIONTEXTS
Ectoplasms splatter faster
When I gets to rappin
Unleash spasms
Orgasms organisms
Poor decisions
In a schism
Blister vision
With incisions
With my bling
We buckwild
Stockpile everything
No smiles
Big faces on every bill
Blank faces
Blackface pulled low over the grill
Crank chills
Monastic scholastic plastic
Facile
Docile
Hostile
A missile
Will hit you
No issue
Singe the tissue
Sip crystal piss
Shit out the evidence
Listen bitch
We got a hostage
Monster spit like a terrorist
Burn like a bic
Lit like a wick
So which snitch
Sip spaghetti liquid
Y'all ain't lucid Stupid
i spit straight mucus
Confused
Pills get abused
And Infused
So choose
I knock the glue off ya shoes
Short fuse the ruse
Fortune renewed
And allowed to act lewd
As I'm lacing these clues
I'm making the news
With these hoes in the nude
The shrine of the shrewd
Where I grind time
Like kleats in alpine
Like teeth without mine
These Bustas couldn't see
And if I didn't shine my nine
Haters wouldn't believe
Got two in my sleeves
As yo main bitch
Who can't contain shit
Donates her game to me
Yo bitch nigga
So nigga check yo shit

If niggas see me skirting on my skinny toes
Pimping hoes
Smokin indo in the studio
We keep it savage
Like masochists
Manhandling pacifists
Dealing out damage
Since my ass was in bassinets
Gats by the baskets
Leave macs in a casket
We brought the hatchets
no one could match it
Ya fat bitch
Fuck these niggas
Kill these niggas
Fold them napkins
We be assassins
Blast and then cash in
Got a glock on these cops
who keep asking
I cock and then pop
These Bastards with badges
I stop and then drop
Flames can't imagine
Nostrils aim fire
Breathe like a dragon
Please tell these flees
To cease and ease off me
Or freeze
I crease em with the piece
I release mortals from their anguish on these beats

It's the third verse
Curses about to get worse
The deadly Discipline
Break the toilet that I'm shittin in
So check the funk you sniffing
And the shit that you're sitting in
If Big ballas get bitten
We Break ya block of all the Benjamins
Shake socks and bend bitches for singles and medicine
Cuz we engines stay revin
In the direction that we be heading
For the bread straight reckless
And leave kids headless
When we snatch dey necklace
Prophetic the pain
That you're left in
Need antiseptics
the second
We stepped in
And reppin
Gorilla killin factors
Hacking up actors
Like the Manson family
Done descended on Polanski
Punk ass bitch
No way you understand me
I spit as I'm landing
And split ya whole clan see
No dynasty
Done spit like me
Come equipped
Cuz I'll burn ya ass quick for the grip
Bitch
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - My Peoples In Tha City
Incoming transmission
Scan the program I'm dishing
Hissing
Speak on my cannabis connect
Such disrespect will have ya missing
Tryna holler at my weoples
Down the valley
In the city
Clixillatin
Nitty gritty
With The get shitty
Committee
They say cheap is the best kind of pretty
No doubt
Never showing a punk pity
In New York City
Showing out
From the grand concourse
To kingsbridge
Flying hella condors
Against the wind
Have you ever seen a bird
Dressed in shark skin
I bark
All these marks be harkin
I spark
The 4 pound quark
In darkness
And rob apartments
Don't be alarmed
I might take a hostage
Or make a carcass
Take me to them compartments
Bitch, forsake any accomplice
For any shit i accomplish
Like running up in yo cottage
And cutting up yo cock
And sewing up yo block
I smoke a lot a pot
But I ain't no hippy
Pitchin from the same spot
With game thicker than skippy
Cat nip got me tripping
I'm ripping the stage apart when the clips go missing
You're history
Cuz I'm connected with my peoples in the city
...My weoples in the shniznitty

My connect with my folks
Got me rooted in the soil
Emerge from thee turf
To splash niggas with the oil
In they UFO's
Aliens better pray
I sculpt the game niggas play
like Pygmalion eyyday
And breathe life into the fray
We active
Reactions decipher the pattern
When I come and leave ya clan scattered
On the platter
Spaghetti blacc matter
Like natural disasters
But spit way faster
We get dumb bastards
Assassinate these fake niggas
Like cancer
Stand no chance
Me man Necromancer
Transform into panther
Light fools like lanterns
Illuminate the answers
Up to unlawful activity
Who could it be
Tearing up the streets
With my weoples in the city
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - Grimace
Be it a bird or a brother who calls spaghetti from the bile
one way or another I shine the peace upon my child
Cease we off the leash
Creased we off the beef
Beats stomping ya streets
Burning ya spots like kief
Who open they mouth
Running that mess about spaghetti
Bitch wanna act wild
Slice smiles with the machete
Whatever irrelevant
Clutch my Hennessy
Like pussy you gettin hella bent
So you gets no ecstasy
Maguilla guerilla
Sassperilla armadilla
For rillza my nigga
Flip it fa shizzle my Nilla
Kill em
My riddles is pills
Plus nyquil and the chills
Leave niggas with gills
And they roll down these hills
Took the scroll
Ate it in a rage
Since niggas finna
Flip the script
To the wrong page
Sage
Mac tossin capsules
Like shuriken
Game leakin
Slave name Keenan
Speaking dames be Geeking
Never squeak on a secret
Place yo beak in a beaker
Tweaker
Twist up necks be meager
Ask ya mama jama
I'll break you down
Like 4 rounds
From 4 pounds
Come test me clown
Now
Writing on the wall
With secretions from my balls
Practicing decapitations on dolls
For a dolla bill
I shove a blade up yo cunt
And cut up yo guts
Yo dawg gets spade
When you test my nuts punk
Like the ATF gon raid
When a hand gets played
Like the arcade
Badges came In cavalcades
And parades with grenades
Shish kabob brains with these blades
Throwing down more on these rocks
Than shores hit with waves
I whip my clip
Take my pistol on a trip
The pilgrimage make simp's
Grimace smell loathing from they lips
As pimps advance
Break off chumps another chance
To dance
Just cuz I'm in his crib
Making demands for his grands
Spit flames from a ski mask
And never quit
We about this shit
Axe land in a trick
Wasn't no accident
Back hand since the Blacc Hand
Don't get it twisted
Don't ask what happened

And I'm back one time
Twisting signs into rhymes
Flipping minds to the science
Turning tyrants into clients
Pious serpents
Deserve it they ain't even worth it
Got mo cannons and tame bitches
Than the motherfuckin circus
And I ain't entertain bitches
Since I came with no purpose
Wanna know what I'm worth?
I say work it or it's curtains
I kick a bitch to the curb
If she ever perturbed
No time to learn a ho
That's my word she go
Back to school
cuz I ain't teaching game
To no lame
L7 dame
Upgrade yo game
Update yo brain
Pyrex and flame
Timex and Caine
And add a little water
Watch my flow bubble up
Like dry ice from my cup
On my chain tear it up
That's wussup
Give it up
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - Valley of the Kings
Getting spastic
telepathic wrath Of assassins
Robust in yo spot like robot clan
Goddamn
Constructed to fuck some shit up
Get stuck
Quick to pluck
Over a buck
Big cheese
Big Jesus with the big freeze
Bitch please
I ain't down with no strip tease
We flip grease
Streets scorch in the east
Priests take they seat
When they hear sketti preach
I'm over the gate
Nigga give me the safe
With this AP in yo face
All in one place
A killa balla pimp
Who left without a trace
A nigga gotta escape
Mind's eye irate
Atilla the Hun
Tempest perfection focus
When they gimme da gun
I unleash the swarm of locusts
The niggas they run
The niggas they hide
Sizing up against spaghetti
Already be suicide
Nigga you will die
And wonder who am I
Till thunder
Reminds you of your blunders
On the wrong side of the gun
While a nigga straight plunder
Twas the pills and voices in my head that made a nigga do it
The joints to the face laced with embalming fluid
But I ain't never done shit
Till the court prove it
Got the game by the reigns
Still moving cuz I'm lucid
Flow like no other movement
Of other liquid
I move through platoons
Turn units to eunuchs
Who pick
Any nigga I hear from yo crew spit
Toothless and useless
Definitely the truth bitch
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc - Some Shit I Done Did
Ya boy pulled up hittin curbs as he slid
Talkin shit to the kids
bout shit he done did
Don't shit where you eat
Don't slang where you sleep
Mustang on the creep
Buck dang finna peep
From the cheap seats
Scanning for data
Ratta tat tatta
Wham blam
My friend Check the script again
I flipped it switched it on em lens
Peep they shit like depends
Take they pen
Write my rhymes
Blow some lines
Blow they minds
I need mines
Handing out fines to felines
See I'm on like tape number 9
Lookin down at the clouds
Stir typhoons when I exhale loud
And I'm a louse
Rip a blouse and I'm out
I be here with the clout
All black in a ski mask
Drinking me flask
Mindless task
Harass these niggas
Nigga please
Don't believe
I'm sweeter than sassafras
I tax that ass
Grab the cash
See a mic or a psycho
I gotta blast
Ash
What the fuck is this shit
Bitch
The fuck is that
Cuz when I come through
You better cut the crap
As a matter of fact
Yo grip around my dick tighten
Yo lips widen
Bitch holdin on to my pipe
Bout to make sure her teeth whiten
I'm finsta get inside twice
When I'm bangin broads I'm nothin nice
Niggas who run up on me
don't know I'm a ghoul
I said "what u finna do about this, fool!"
Now I'm on the block
Hover over outlines of chalk
With that k, rock,
Yay, hop
Can't stop
Dread PAC with warlocks
Dead since the morgue
Clocks shocked when I abort
Fetal tissue out my mouth
Like these rhymes drooling out
Out my mind
Find a 9
Time to stack federal crimes
And Mac several dimes
Covered in period blood tears and wine
Only that Carlo Rossi
that be that truth serum
Cops try pin these cases
On my face
but my ears ain't hear em
Shit
Track Name: Spaghetti Blacc feat. Holla Mane, Hue Mane & ILL Versus - It's All Murder (Remix)
My momma couldn't calm me down
Now I'm the middle of the street firing rounds

Once it's in my head
It's out of my hands
Programmed by a gram
To slam and demand
You can't stand a chance

Break ya wealth
Or bitch break ya self
Keep to myself
Is how I keep on the stealth

Never know where it came
Never know where it go
Thrown and gone
so quick
And sick as the grip on a black 4 4

I hit the bong wrong
Now the warzone is on
Grabbing on my gun
Like I'm Charles Bronson

Niggas wanna speak on me
Think I'm delicate as fuck
These niggas don't know me
Know I ain't they homie
Ho I tear shit up
And air shit out
Whatever the fuck the funk about
That junk be tucked
I click clack in yo face
Till that pitch blacc gat spit that
Hollow tip all up in yo shit
Break yo self like a kit Kat
Kid cuz now I'm correcting yo syntax
And taxonomy with a lobotomy
Blood ya lip get the wood bat
When you bother me
Get scratched off like tickets in the lottery
You simp you quick to bite my mic your spit will never honor me
You couldn't spit shit properly
if I used yo mic fo yo own sodomy

Ain't no holiday spirit
But if I'm off these spirits
Niggas fear it
Nigga hear it as a promise
The game gets deep and soggy like some condoms

I flips and I flow
Cuz I'm the only one who can
Breathing straight flame
Ransacking Japan

They love it when I make em scream
Yea that's my job
A nigga in a mask
Too crazy for the mob

If I gotsta pull a sting
Bet I gotta do it right
Its all murder
Whenever I whip out my mic

And if a ho wanna sit her lips on it
She better spit blood and fish stick vomit
Cuz I shishkabob these broads
It's comin up out the ass of a dead bitch
Who's headless
Defenseless
Incentive to dissect
Like how I dial up ya dialect
There's nothing to protect
It's all murder on the mic check
Respect nigga