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Spawn (Replastered Edition)

by Spaghetti Blacc

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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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Symbols 03:47
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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3rd Rail 02:32
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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Entombed 01:15
Entranced cuz my traccs entombed in the ether, summoned to the scene since you sacrificed yo speakers, watch yo aim in a hall of mirrors, voltage control mind of minolta overseer, I used to like yo tapes nigga before we went to war, but its turf before taste what you think we bangin fo? I'm the rap cat with a racc of maccs upon my bacc, cop saccs and drop traccs like a pair of slaccs, swig as I jig gettin paid for a gig, squeeze triggs at pigs and leave niggs with earwigs, bring atom bombs to yo cd-rom and respawn, leave chalk outlines on yo front lawn and be gone, I'm Sonny Chiba with the 9 millimeta heata, Kamakaze Kamehamehas defeat ya like Vegeta, Phoenix mind reada minesweepa solo creepa, speed like a cheeta chugging loco by the lita, like its refer it might deceive ya, grim reaper copped the same ki but for cheapa, nice to meet ya
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(verse 1) Appointing aneurysms to all citizens, who begin with criticisms of sins you can't clean with penicilin, sippin acid sittin on the ceiling with my children, feeling Ritalin riddle me in as paint pauses pealin, ipso facto fatso what's so fuckin appealin, I'll take the flesh off ya bones and leave no hope of fuckin healin, aftermath of the wrath of a mastodon, with a cast of catastrophes to castrate the imam, so when the mac is on another marathon clerics relax, relapse and cop bomb heroin sacks in fact, tell a bitch be gone when i'm back on the bong, before they in the street gettin beat like a Balinese gong, I used to kick it with a carcass named Marcus, till his blood stained my carpet and his credit discarded, beg ya pardon? snake the charmin, salt the fields ya fuckin farmin jarred and disbarred from the way I juggle this mothafuckin jungle jargon, (chorus) x2 Cuz it's strictly 4 my niggas 4 life, ain't that right? Stick and move, like a groove, on you and your crew Cuz it's strictly 4 my niggas 4 life, ain't that right? Settin traps puttin NYC back on the map, (verse 2) Remember, I run harems in harlem, Hardly marred by ecstasy pimps but shit I fuckin harm them, Harlots disarmed and charred by my charm, the hardest scarecrow on a farm, this side of mars, pistols, peepin through the front doors ajar, but I know they got me locked on their fuckin radar, I'm the ghost in the glock, pop the soul in the cog, Immoral like data, Immortal like screams in the fog, try me, I've got triremes beside me, ignite lightning bolts from colts at yo cohorts, it might be, that gunpowder excites me, because television right now got me staring at the sun nightly, Spaghetti turn drugs into medicine, the sun into weathermen, Furfur into venison so let him in, drippin like a faucet because the spit is fucking caustic, accosted by mobsters who've thought I've gone and fucking lost it, squares get caught in my web, the waiting room before they get fed a full course of fucking lead, fuck street cred, the only niggas realer than me, hung themselves in the shed, constructed in my head, new album always dropping soon, cuz i'm fresher and hotter than a new exit wound, Fuck you goons (chorus) x2 (verse 3) The planets align as I load my 9, shooting stars you can see come nighttime, I'm eclipsed by getaway whips, the way niggas orbit my heat, the street stay heliocentric, and when the mic's in my hand, I demand yo whole damn clan gets abandoned, branded bad and banned from badlands cuz our fans flip vans and newsstands at random, John handgun cocked, signing tags on yo blocc, dropping mags on the spot where you thought you had us stopped, (Chorus) x2
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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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See yo mother hookin and pimp right past her, cuz a walkin natural disaster is finna get plastered, smokin residue when my lungs is ruined, opium chewin, bleeding blue on the avenue means a storm is brewin, they wanna forfeit when they see the crip sith, with the four fifth and more clips bitch it's hopeless, snitches know this, notice how they hocus pocus, locc's focused on the lotus float like locusts, and the nectar got a nigga swangin his scepter, till you lepers are left lesser than spectating specters, fathom a phantasm leave a chasm, in yo chest through yo vest, strip yo atoms of motherfuccing spasms, my karma gained momentum as a mosque so enter, claiming game in my veins to my epicenter, on these streets a crackhead is a candle, Spaghetti be the handle on the set like a fuccing channel, I'm more super in the coup than Lex Luther, King with a Reuger in yo head like a tumor, road manage with a pink and gold Xanax, run up on a bitch's leg like some old spandex, whole crew landed, with results outstanding, demands outlandish, like bandits we vanish, bitch know blacc smoke like a new pope, Blunt in my throat I don't choke with my eye behind the scope, focus like fuck foxy bitches after roaches, feeling coccy socc me bitch yo fist is fuccin broken, this is a pistol whip pow wow, I'll make yo man scream ow loud until he bows down, you know what i'm about, still do anything for clout, like fist fuck yo sister in the mouth and be out.
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Since the first night of pimpin I ain't yet slept, just bust a nut on a nun with no intention to repent, car full of niggas all in seizure, spittin these bars no breathers nigga I believe ya, from gang to gang mang I got the game sutured, and when I neuter yo hood nigga the feeling is mutual, I raid yo Escalade fo all the marmalade, get paid to treat crack rock like jade niggas got it made, mad sav blast mad jams nigga goddamn, father of time son of sam the shaman sandman, from c-span to 4 chan just look at the man, still stuntin on these cunts like nobody can, got a trough for these hos who want a fillet of pimping, bump beats discs spin like rintintin record skipping susceptible to nothing special, the unsunk vessel, wrestle never nestle yet yes sess pad and a pencil, are all I need but you'll still see me, with a gang of alligators hopped up on speed, and I'll put that on me before I bet my OC's, CD's and my fucking CODs, bitch please, like I'm the one that brought you trees, now you done brought me fleas and got me a disease? shit ain't funny to me hit the block when its still 103 degrees yo, check it out, still on the boat, mothafucka don't float then mothafuckas gotta go, kick em all off mothafucka I ain't soft, comin through mothafucka with the sawed off, niggas know I'm the fuccin best, can't be tested with the fuccin vest don't rest nigga, cuz you'll dream of slugs in yo chest nigga, while I puff on sess nigga yo bitch is my guest nigga.
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Anima Planet 02:06
Check the pills I'm popping often, In my brothel and my coffin, Blacc steady boppin, sweatin showing no signs of stoppin, so why don't you sell your body to some branches, hang yourself next to a gas station where I can cop some matches, dispatch your ashes, and leave lashes on yo lover's casket, close case when I stash the gat safe in a picnic basket, yes a yayo yeti so I bet he won't fucc with spaghetti, already from my Chevy steady breaking hoes like levees, watch my tapes go from docile, to colossal, in the time it took me to eat a felafel, I left the game in fossils, so take this dick to the back of your tonsils, and spit my gospel till shit's dripping from both ya fuccin nostrils, fact of the matter is when I shatter ya suddenly, just for fuccin with me niggas don't even get snuffed fo free
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Space Ghost 01:57
Is the target locked? Is my gun cocced? Is the sauce hot? Then its the wrong spot, hot like sunspots on the plot when I shot, I got a lot of pot and all you got is time to rot, even if the nigga hung from the trees like leaves, hoes would still blow the nigga like a breeze with ease, Spaghetti ready with a mental disorder, cuz I'm ready to take your life for the price of a quarter, bitches brewing my ruins for a new satan's stew, and cutes get cut mute if they step astute to the brute, step with loot or get curbstomped with me boot, then I shoot like a nigga with a gun up in roots, like nigga don't trip it's all the same to me, shoot like I'm seeing double it should be plain to see, I know some niggas, who owe some niggas, who roll up shoot bitches while they're blowin niggas, go figure, I know them niggas ain't in the picture, unless its on the curb where you be pourin out some liquor, eyes all red, teeth all yellow, lookin at yo ho like give me some jello, square like a coin still rolling like a joint, step into the shadows when i see the police point, I indoctrinate yo spot like a rock you wanna cop, I can't get popped I take punks back to the pawn shop, like I'm eating desert for breakfast check this shit I call my necklace, inspectors get cleaned with my heat like peppers in antiseptics.
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I'll tell ya what cutty don't cut me coke, else I'll have to reach into me peacoat, unseam ya boys from ya gut to ya throat, been wrote anecdotes fucked up off gunsmoke, been some animals with the gats we tote, been in boats watching niggas float in my moat, never showin niggas my dead body, niggas see themselves looking shoddy when I show em the shotty, hey yo nasal yayo tricks like a yoyo, so if she look so-so the answer be no ho, f'sho blow done turned me John Doe, Porn ultimatum, Born contemplatin, undead understatement, linger through the streets like a fragrance, we made it, so if you talk about it we demand payment, like a collect call run to the telly, dial M for murder but say you know Spaghetti.
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Bushidō 02:27
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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Yo 01:44
In with the chainsaw first ask questions later, like "damn was it really worth being a player hater?" you niggas got the energy to swim in kerosene, seen amphetamines already peddled but I'll still licc the kettle clean, on the street dealing out penalties, its unsettling to be betting on someone who wasn't spaghetti b, sly guys spitting jive drawin knives and 45s, wake up behind the wheel then its time to drive I stay alive, which means cats like you should stay inside, cuz I take cats like you straight out of their stride, Yo, Spaghetti hover over the sidewalk start poppin, if I dream that the cops come knockin and barkin, no marbles in my mind maybe because they're in my mouth, zen like a mental patient locked up in a haunted house, at high noon hoping this typhoon will die soon, but my tomb resides in the moon, makes tides go boom, niggas wanna wear my mask and see what I see, but they can stare down the barrel till they cease to be, sizzurp nectar next to a holy specter, reflect suspense and cents since I'm a STD vector, heard niggas think like me, oh fuckin right on, but I ain't thinkin about shit while I fuck these niggas moms then I'm gone,
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Empty Clip 02:38
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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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