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Tha Mantra Continues

from Tha Blacc Hand by Spaghetti Blacc

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Whats that cat speaking
got ya mind's pipe squeaking
Game leaking ya see it
Stay Bright like a beacon
Viking also a demon
Vicodin ketamine
Oxycotton xanax
Whiskey and grenadine
Cocaine DMT
Other assorted amphetamines
My nigga dat Keebler elf
He Keep dat illadelph
Goin trill for tha pill
Bout the wealth for myself
Espionage n stealth
Is doing good for my health
I fucks with spaghetti blacc
And no one else
Dope as hubba rock
Barney rubble in my sock
Run go and get the glock
We dealing out shell shock
A mailbox
Don't get paper like me
A pale fox
Don't get my dickin for free
I'm wearing shell tops
But spitting hollow tips
I run and tell the cops myself
Head shots leakin with knowledge
Streets run red with wisdom
Feeding the system
Like Sisyphus with cysts on his fists
Cuz I still hit the spliff
Cuz I couldn't resist
If you don't spit the gift
Bitch close dem lips
Speak when spoken to
Yo Hoes know this
Cuz I slap an mc lose his fuckin tooth
In his fuckin booth
leave no fuckin proof
Cuz I'm Dustin you
See I'm rare like a dub in the mud
Or a twamp in the swamp
Or a fat sack
From Halifax as a matter of fact
left those fools ganked
With no chance for revival
I sent my nigga back in
Told him to look for survivors
I'm a living legend my rep is thick as grits
Since no one else can spit shit this ridiculous

They ask why you spit so sick
Like bitch I'm fucked up
I'm buckin on these crackas
If they ain't givin they bucks up
And I'm buckin on niggas too
Don't know who you steppin to
But ignorance has never been an acceptable excuse
I bust a shot and niggas move
Like I sped up a slow groove
On pro tools
And Kung fu won't work on a bullet fool
I'm bulletproof I bully fools
Run up with a shiv
It ain't no gift what I'm givin you
For the shit you talk
I put this strap up in ya jaw
Half a head in the streets is all the law saw
We quick on the draw
So if a nigga get too big for his britches
A psycho just might have to kill all his bitches
Way it goes when you owe to the game
Hoes who know
remember spaghetti da name
Steady I ready my aim
For ya brains or ya Hanes
For me it's all the same
Switching lanes of cocaine
Spitting straight razor blades
Run up and cut up ya tailor made
Suit over the loot
And all was good
Shoot if you got something to prove
Or nigga move

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from Tha Blacc Hand, released June 16, 2012

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