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1. |
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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2. |
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 Bently
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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3. |
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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4. |
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 pharoah's destiny
The Next time you sit next to me
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5. |
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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6. |
Solitaire
03:00
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It's the
chemically enhanced undead
Voodoo godsend here to stack heads
My niggas swarm like a hex
Catch flame like Pyrex
"am I next"
My bullets need so second guess
But I need a second sniff
That snowflake poundcake
shit make my nose break from snorting it
And bleed the seed of devils in me
Rebel stay tipsy so bullets
miss me
I pull it quickly and flip you
before you flip me
And see I make minced meat of all my enemies
It's easy
Drool game on a beezy
Who came to see me?
believe I'm shooting more than bb's
Needles in ya eyes
I pump the game you despise
glock and two white pies
A grown man's damn prize
But don't get it twisted
I ain't no adult
I'm a fuckin savage
In a one man cult
Take my word to the throat
Or take these tapes and slang em for vials of coke
Deep on the Steeple
Spittin to the people
Summer beef street
Cold like 9 below a kilo
I'll tie up ya family
Then bounce like a ball off the tiles of the white wall paneling
Check the demons I'm channeling
Manhandling haters till their fuckin panhandling
And you heard the plot
So you know you get in where you fit in or get shot
Point blank about to IV TNT, Spaghetti blacker than SQUID INC, bitch please roll these trees and pass em to me, and it better be some chewy laced with the ABC's, i need OCs DMT LSD, in my THC cutthroat soup recipe, twenty sack dude what do you mean? Gotta take out a mortgage every time I want green, foes who play this locc close tolerated like lactose, for spaghetti black you'd better have a dollar and a dose,
Rush hour when I rush punks for their powder, apocalypse for cowards testin flexin super powers, its been evident, spaghetti rape yo sentiment, proceed to feel like you had to swallow DNA evidence, In hindsight I get loud with my violence, so I only bump rap noise or silence shit a choir of sirens, finna have me retiring, but I only keep firing, till I ash on everything your aspiring, to be goofy off two doobies scoop groupies lewdly eying yo miss new booty thought you knew me, done stared at death and death done stared back, popped and peeled caps where the fuck death's cats at? lay low in the asylum, bounce back stylin still leave yo homeboy cryin, the king of all the lions
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7. |
Pazuzu
02:14
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This cat repo souls
Face bowls when they packed
Leave ashes in tact
As a matter of fact
Who be spaghetti blacc
The mac who ripped jack
With an axe in yo back
Just lookin for a snack
I'm a pharaoh getting mine
In uncivilized times
Whether it's the iron age or 1999
Y2K
Face breakers haymakers of paper
plant bombs in pacemakers
Laced shake bakers
Or steady puffin resin
Means Armageddon
Check it get yo weapon
Cuz I scorch the ground you step in
Truth be told I got the whole game sold
With mo knives than I can hold
I make that whole brain swole
Dream of a thug till that dome explode
Now I'm duckin bullets comin from my own clones
Ain't life a bitch
Well death's a skank
And you about to get laid to waste by a tank
Petty ass thug rob change from a bank
Still coppin dimes of dank
The fuck you thank?
It ain't no mystery
ain't another cog in the industry
Ain't no machine that mean shit to me
By daytime I'll snort yay off the ley lines
and turn ya whole town into a gravesite
It be the s p g
Double t
B l double c
tape number 3
Freed from my penitentiary
So you see
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8. |
Teleforce
02:21
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Gat out to drop a buck on an mc
who honestly think he be the hardest see
firestarters Con artist
Turn ya mom into a martyr
I mean I'm finna discard her
Cuz a nigga dipped in tartar
Ya whole network caught up in my tech burst
Defect mothafucka I cut ya neck first
Win some lose some
Grew some new sun
New tongue spit son
Shit's done
dum dum
Cops come ya brains split up like Dutch guts
Wrists cut and fed their own nuts
But shit They missed us,
Up in a Conspirer's space like a virus
Don't need a key to see there's no mercy inside us
Give that ass a nuclear holocaust
No love lost How much a bitch nigga cost
Two anal beads plus a fat stick of lip gloss
Bitch floss for this big dick Dipped in thick vodka sauce
I'm a moonshine drunk motorist
Who lost his motor skills
Makin a motion to make a mote
Around a stolen vial of pills
The gods bestowed upon me
immortality
The eternal energy
Turn yo city into the red sea
Nothing special see
Especially for you niggas who test me
Ain't nothin new in these streets but the beats
Fuckin with these cats
Who make soundtracks to casualties
On the scene
So it seems dog don't OD
I put the junk in junkie so gimme the e
A monk with keys, apes answer to me
But never incorrectly
Who's disrespecting
A nigga need to check
Cuz I ball when I wreck
All with a full deck
That I cock and pop till all is as small as a rejected speck
then I snort my coke with a bloody check
so step
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9. |
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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Blacc Ski Weekend Industries, L.L.C. est. 2k13
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