hi-jinxs like bad luck and crack rocks, smokin' til your brain rots from blood clots, visuals will see lyricals, with commas and periods after the rhyme stops
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hi-jinxs like bad luck and crack rocks, smokin' til your brain rots from blood clots, visuals will see lyricals, with commas and periods after the rhyme stops
the youth ask why the earth spins clockwise, mankind's life span is shorter than clockhands, Indians never abused the soil, white men came and caused much turmoil, keep niggas and redskins encaved in projects and reservations
fled from stations left small statements that caved in pavements....caught in cuffs to be cast to slavements man i sprayed cents
Misplaced patients (patience) like Doc Doom, I exit the womb flagrant//
Made to Break men, wit blades cleaned on Bloody Aprons//
Flow wit the blueprint....my 6th Sense bends my minds perception//
Lasik made the 3rd eye push a thought like Smith & Wessons//
I hate friends, i make them mine then extort for cash
An send'em far away like letters when i want improts of hash
movin from 80's slasher flicks, to hands shatterin' bricks//
karate-kick ya weak shit & smash the First-Aid kit//
i flow like slave ships, u hoes is gay pricks
ya bitch aint worthy for my dick, heres my toes to play wit.
baaaadasssss like Sweetback, most rap's got cataract's//
V's tracks sent out in packs like a Unabomber attack//
what tha fuk yo, is this spot dead or what? Tha corp's gotten lame since last time i was on yo, word bond. Somebody PLEEZ help me revive the threads!!!
I Blazed Again... It Has Me Trippin.. I Have A Radio On.. Listening To Broken... No Thesaurus.. Melody.. The Ivy League School.. U Dont Feel .. When It Goes Away.. At Least Once.. It Would Be .. The Place.. Across The Street.. Crossing The Street.. Too Much That Hair.. A Grill Cooking Ur Car Was Gone But I Had Never Seen U Like That..
....or get resurrected like the 3rd day, caramel sweet kids ain't got the nuts to see a payday
whiskey bandit my sister is brandy kinda like ray-j, pops is wild turkey my family reunion is at a.a.
Otay like Eddie Murphy throwbacks, kids get Delirious when we get Raw on tracks
holla back at cha boy, one liner spit fire, the real mccoy pass out steaks and shiners to snakes and biters
The crowd igniters, on stage with dynamite and lighters, antidote to a pit of vipers
hitin rails off the bolivian pale as michelee phifer, dumpin rat niggas in the river as if i was the pied piper
scopin yall from a far its the precise sniper in & outta flesh ricochet javelin darts travel in cyphers...
Triumph stage divers with no wires, we show up and blow out like treaded tires
we pioneers like richard pryor, strong spots is my ears yours ripped off like pliers
Plus the eyesight ain't right, hittin on Pat but say jack, she don't look like Vanna White
lol, its all good mayne,
World reachin like Mars Volta, speed of light insight, we dustin these vulturesQuote:
ruffles minolta
all about learnin, swappin cultures, tho fuck with mine wont hesitate to hurt ya
Burnt cha' to a charred crisp, affiliate with ganstas with that G-Rap lisp
fucking mariah hoes carry high pitch moan black snake attack 2 headed 2 tone
Stretch the time zones, stay blown like Hawiian trees, hits hard enough to collapse shoulders and knock knees
quarantine tha script quick, cuz it's sick & diseased
This art is a breeze, cool , calm and collected as I do what I please. Cold as Ice in a few hundred plus degrees, instead of taking what I want I only receive what I need.Quote:
quarantine tha script quick, cuz it's sick & diseased
Mouth to feed precede greed, fuck followin, I snipe those in the lead
so tell dem bitches get cha mind right cause it isnt the slightest chance they can rock like get it hype like my pen
slayin a Djinn, his kin and seven surrogate men//
makin legacies end, Deadly Sin for time-and-again//
In to win like lottos and a early paper, burn papers for cosmic vapors, handle mics like a caped crusader
Wield mic's like Lightsabers and raid ya brains sanctum
positive move, negative thoughts brew like sanka/im jus trying to get this paper, ghost ride the scraper
300 men against a million, who will win the wager, microphone crusader, intelligent hoodlum is your neighbor, keep perpertrators in the crosshairs of my streetsweeper
sealin the deal with those heat leakers
but the letters enveloped the sound in ya speakers
violence puts the stamp on rap music for the streets coz
a chilling silence now , we cant hear how much the fans need us
Proceed ta Lust any Dime Piece then Nut..
make her Like Me n Such..Eventually It's Love