turn up the track
my fists beating your chest like an asma attack
dragon stomp, leave on the floor with your spine smashed
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turn up the track
my fists beating your chest like an asma attack
dragon stomp, leave on the floor with your spine smashed
the damage my kicks lash
leave you more fucked up than an impact of a car crash
Rippin a old jazz loop, but with weak production, still kilt it though, my lines was conductive
Runnin' around with my 9 trying to steal some cash, But with the cops on me fast I don't know how i will last.
my flows dope yours is annoying shit,so potent, venomous snake's stay away,avoidin it
the raging fires of destruction
And yet also destructive as you spittin' the truth.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wu banga
"Runnin' around with my 9 trying to steal some cash, But with the cops on me fast I don't know how i will last."
You have to past, the corner store, then take a right into the park
Look for some bushes thats thick, and lay their until its dark
and production as i go on with the show so you can feel my flow.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wu-Ronin
your body asumed the proper form when my fists tore it apart
Niggas lose control, when i approach, the light i emit scatters them like roaches
lyrics considered as a lethal art
then you run through the park lookin for some car to jack, then you see one in the back.Quote:
Originally Posted by Wu banga
Darts stay sharp, find their target and devour, like an aardvark
Quote:
Originally Posted by C'Dub!
So you break into it real slick, and peel quick, with the gat strapped