use language of the street to sneak thru your cranium
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use language of the street to sneak thru your cranium
goin into Bagdad lets bag um with uranium
tip a oil well....exhale and start flamin' em...
my styles classic in in origin, you'd think i was mesopotanium.
srry this was an accident
i dropped the same thing twice
lik plutonium, i crash an bash on tha scene, blowin away lighters to make space for me
agency'z lace my weed with aids and grease, place ya feet in a bag then flee
the canopy stumbles when i pitch emcees over the balcony,
i kidnap grammys shackle their feet and call them FOOT LOCKER
call me ya Neighborhood Stalker, the way i tote the semi
technologically i beat emcees at their own game while slappin'em with an emmy
holding bottle of henny, my freestyle longer than a speech by halle berry
I pop cherries, blueberries and make strawbellies jelly
my lyrical flow is abundant but urs aint to many
be surprised if u hav any, i drop rhymes bcuz they heavy
got da machete dat lets me ripp thru ya belly