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Triboluminescent Materials

by Spaghetti Blacc

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1.
The Plot 04:08
(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
2.
Supernova 02:36
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
Scripture 02:01
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
6.
Solitaire 03:00
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
7.
Pazuzu 02:14
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
8.
Teleforce 02:21
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
9.
Radiosthesia 03:22
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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released July 14, 2011

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