I got Allah spelled out on my 22 round spokes
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I got Allah spelled out on my 22 round spokes
the sides perpindicular
i am knowledge all activities extra cirricular
a stickler for raw talent, keep the streets in a panic when i switch it up
give it up ya cherry popped, live to fuck a marry pop-ins bitch, grimus raps attack and then switch
like taking notes from will to get hitched//
im not for love but fuck it i wanna get rich
playin with lilo & stich thats 100% proof that ya still a bitch...lol
bitch was allready ryhmed in the above in his line
talking shit on the net wit text no mic how u gonna shine
It's marc-one, first-born dysfunctional, bastard from the west coastal, 36 years in my chamber, violated by danger, stalk mc's, like child pedofile, or steve irwin do to crocodiles, when i rip like hollow tips spit from the clip, niggaz trip, like quadriplegics runnin track meets in gravel pits.
its one line ryhme not shovel and atire verse switch
throw on my hurt mitts and got to work on ya ribs
my bad, my freestyle is mad, wild child, safetys off, shots blast off, joined the hip-hop corp, saw many dope mc's fall, commemoration of the rap war, the real were those who kept it raw, mc's rhyme responsively, as I pour lil Hennessy, for your memories
Memories of enemies in the track meet movin' to slow towards the finish line those turtles couldn't keep up with the God's speed//
i want my wallet on championship shit like rahseed wallace,
brolic dollars, i can fart and make a profit, g
Possibly... See me in the jeep smoking a peace-pipe pass the light cherokee
apparantly im Arrogantly,the rap villian,that most swear to be,half wack paradee
give'em shock therapy cause murks be a live wire,
i talk with spray paint dog, bomb the great wall of china