My brownies weed baked so they taste great
finish the whole batch give me a patch for the belly break
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My brownies weed baked so they taste great
finish the whole batch give me a patch for the belly break
munchies want me to crunch n munch on junky punks in chunks
stunts bleed monthly i don't plump i pump the spunk on they tongue
thrown from highest terrain taken blame draping my cape like Spawn
illicit chains taken reins open lanes now suckers can't play my game/
Cats can't even say my name, without causing migraines
One synapse from my brain, makes opponents cry in pain
And that's a crying shame, like watching a Lion's game
A matter of time before they lose, and yet they try in vain
like beef patties were cooking frames , rhymes written in flames
fiends flocking to the lab for that raw like big daddy kane
stop the weak crap and coming wack as these terry cloth-soft nut-hugger jean rocker
wearing techno rappers thinking they smashing something exquisite/
emcee's don't get it how i live it i'm vicious they timid
Got em shaking like a prostitute on the strip in the middle of a blizzard
bundle up to keep warm from the ice storm i drop
choke you with your ascot and take the last breathe that you got...
when i threw the jab i knew he felt it
Looking like Lebron James when he got shut-down by the celtics
got 'em Raging (Rajon) like Rondo
steez wilder than the Congo
while I listen to Ramón Mongo
and play both sides like a taco
get ripped apart, torn through the solvent guard
looking at me is like dwight howard staring down the celtics guards/
skampoe shakes his lard, causin the quakes to drop every one in the yard dats how im spittin it hard.
rhythm is scarred.. when dis kid is at large
flippin it like a card, 'n rip it apart
shipping you cards, thinking you gambling with kings
when your rings and belts are shambles to the rulers holding court/
holding court, hold down your fort
in enemies i stick forks
after i popped off like corks
not one to mingle,...i let rivers run they course
sense and drunken monkQuote:
Originally Posted by sense-a
dinamita pura entra en accion
con don puro de estratega
ambicion de luchador que te revienta el corazon
ponga su corazón en pedazos
mantenga mis armas bajos
la amenaza no es falso
usted no sabe qué lado
I don't bless you I heckling you Domers with Jeffery on the name tag
when you dropping bombs I'll be texting your hoe telling her to slob/
On my knob like blood from fallen drug dealers that got robbed
In a bad drug job, Fuck down I hold ny up like tripods
like the killer clowns the vampire God sucks blood from your head with a straw
then i'm fucking your bitch raw bust my nut on the wall
Im heated it's fri-day, this is where I end the week
Get slayed and left where bums wont even sleep
trampling tracks hard like wildebeest
im released, last but not the least
destroying these fake niggas who think they macking
make sure they lacking, backing, and packing
when i come around again
them niggas better be on point like a ballpoint pen
^
first time at lyrics lol
with the ballpoint the page i anoint
the High chief blessed the loose leaf
then put out the joint...
i generate grace, commence then dent ur hereditary traits, laced with a venomous sentiment taste and very praised by enemy of the state.....
some of this shits wack in this piace....
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make sure the guns are readyQuote:
Originally Posted by MosHigh
packed deadly and heavily
you dont want them crap rappers going steady
Hoes on knees like foes when its me they try n swindle n deceive
Spin you off your feet,Thieves melt when cops scream freeze
Ease the tention with the presure on the trigga/ nigga how u figga we throwen hands up anit tring to walk away in hand cuffs you can suck on yo mans nuts
side step any emcee tripping thinking you court this bout
I'll TKO you back down your mothers mouth when I'm enroute/
some talk a good won but always lose
Get jacked for nickels son u can't handle the truth
triple your penny your flames ain't worth the paper they was written on
now you just spitting wet wax with nothing to sketch an etch at/
Nigga get your best pad yo shit anit fly & anit even jet lag, Go ahead get mad
I bet you look just like that lil red head freckle faced nigga on the mag
Nigga get your best pad yo shit anit fly & anit even jet lag, Go ahead get mad
I bet you look just like that lil red head freckle faced nigga on the mag
doublin' lines with triple goose couldn't protect cha spine
watch as Sub Zero your temputure and Scorpion dat assssssssssss "Get Over Here"/
make ya smear ya tears all over ya face...let the salt disolve into ya taste until you expand at the waist...
break you down the middle like an egg yoke dope enough you can't grasp with just an hand you facing me is like Vlad taking out Sun Tzu, it ain't happening duke/
they'll be examinations authorized by the guys behind area's in 51 different districts
spit kick flip spits drift off the tracks get cha mind back like another baseball bat/
deceived by the words of greed carry guns with my league we make you bleed with ease put your blood on the creed by eve
leave heads on swivels you get cha marbles tossed in the trash
so abashed to rip your mind just for the cash n crops you know how gunz n butter don't stop/
left in the gutter for the crime scene unit to mop...i'm hip to the hop and dip before any dime a witness could drop...