like tha rule says:drop a hot line and someone else continue it
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like tha rule says:drop a hot line and someone else continue it
Call me Switchblade, I cut bitches that's bitchmade
mental strain, squeezin these fruits like orange juice concentrate
on being honest and strait, in this contest we contemplate
droppin plates, leavin mad cuts all on ya face
assassinate guerilla renegades, bodies hard to find in the state of 10,000 lakes
surrounded by 10,000 snakes, let um drown when they face they fate
drownin fakes while im drownin in thousands of pounds of cake
in tha temple of dartz nothings safe, words miss and richochet
so catch the pieces, build with um like bricks untill theres no escape
tranzmit like bladez, crackin defenses like chinese mortor mixed with clay
it still can't hold back this great weight, even if the wall is seen from space
Out of place, you out of mind, and out of state
i burn a menthol and watch it dissinagrate, inhale tha fumes at 120 degreez centigrade
food on plate, educate deaf dumb and blind, fake can't relate