WORD my peg punctured and pierced 007 style like brosnan pearce
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WORD my peg punctured and pierced 007 style like brosnan pearce
life is different from every angle, secure your spot and shot dirty bullets, killing praying angels
imma keep it short and tight like the hot pants on lieutenant dangle
mangle speech, my mic is cordless, never saw a tangle
strangle ya speech box defeat ock when heat pop
speak "shots" weak brothas leak rot, defeat what?, breathe disease or pound peace props
ignorin ya wack issues, boo hoo to ya tissue
demolish you wit heat seekin missles
official..my bullets rip qucik ginsue insane mentals from tha deranged state i been thru
this mind set carries innocence to demons
that strike witout notice or reasons
At the same time, killin' thieves and crooks, I get paid under tha table, so tha IRS can't seize tha books
advice capone shoulda took, get it how you live, my nigs is off hooks
dirty looks that scare kids
shots that bare ribs i "kick' n "snare" wit tha "drum" rat-a-tat 2 ya lungs
forcefully remove blunt tongues, this vigilante remains unsung
laught death in the face, you guys follow blind think you can erase the case, get saved by my miracle grace
spiritual hate cauze ya fatal demize play 4 tha prize outshine niggas skinnin they hide
bringing the tide of merciless killers who duck, shoot and ride, buck, loot and "dive"
So what? you surprised? I do this on the regular, time to cut loose the ties and destroy all competitors
indestructable, i'm dipped in kevlar, a buck shot of darts couldnt penetrate my armor
999 bullets fly, whisper prayers as they fly through your eye, choose your favorite way to die
world wide suicide, biggest threat to man kind
locked in, got them subconscious cult occult rhymes
no nosense, i throw the sulphur and slime in your eyes, burnin churnin, bleedin agony inside
attackin beats wit vibes reminecint(sp?) of tha ninties ol skool boom bap my crook niggas beside me
Avoiding snakes who're slimy, rats who're grimy, searching for the divine me inside me
Could never touch my soul no matter how much they stole
surrounded by foes/
coc drownin my nose/
So I reached down in my clothes, grabbed the heat maker and started clownin' those hoes, 2 shots to each hater
only broads will I cater/ serve my dick in they mouth/ bust my nut then I'm bootin em out
no doubt they holla and shout, but they already knew what I'm about,
stomp your lines like earth under my feet, defeat, call everything other than me weak
knockledge inspires, I hire assassins to discuss the way they'll make you retire
shine, my pen holds divine lines, combine words like gangs clips and nines
u cant step to this, the shit I spit, battle is like a boxer punching above his weight, u score no hits, I rhyme so legit so go ahead and quit,
too legit to quit so i shit on ya wack spit, full clip of venom dipped darts aimed at ya heart
but you still don't have a heart/bent over with your ass cheeks apart/just a jailhouse bitch but damn you play the part
like shadows I cast darts, puncture holes in your heart, assasination is an art, form when the battlehorn is blown, like killa bees I swarm
deformity of the reform, disabled fetus collects government cream to feed us, tax free to handicap an emcee, like Ja rule when his career was crippled by fiddy
pack a 9 milli that'll slap a nigga silly, spit like kittie, bigger bad boy than diddy
necks I break, threads I take, I serve the plate, erase the hate
kid u need to awake,it seems its ur fate,actin like the hardest cross the states,when u just a fake,4 that i give ya neck a shake
step wit snakes -i prowl amongst wolves in tha graveshift i slip ya brain quick when i bang fif's
Time to change it, move on to another directive. Instead of that gang shit, view it from a mc's persective