Stoned...yes Im High Again,enuff Smoke To Choke 666 Firemen,in My Environment Mcz Are At The Bottom Of The Tyrant List.
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Stoned...yes Im High Again,enuff Smoke To Choke 666 Firemen,in My Environment Mcz Are At The Bottom Of The Tyrant List.
spit that kung fu ish i swing hits like iron fist
admire this retire the weak in this week end on a entire diss
Require Shipz To Hold All The Dope I Controll,in Flipz,mould A Bitch Into Anything I Want Inside A BRIDE For Gift.
doggystyle the bitch holden her ribs i rip her lips //
brain wash her kids a army with sticks and white kicks//
nothin but hype shit when 100proof gets mixed with the likes of 666,split ya wigz in a violent type of spit from our wicked lipz
spray aids with drips bitches fenning for this dick like heron hits
living in a world were we bear arms wit bare arms and stare hard tricks
reguardless we the hardest,like gobstopper,a hot dropper,that slashes in seconds im bettin the weapon is sharper than any adverage mending,
che arty seending energy sparking and cleansing harder hits to the hart and rips vains blood spending cells like darts shreading
my hearts ready... for killin millions of seeds witta steady... slice served.. makin' mc's disperse like a fart spreadin...lol
I Could I Cant But I Want To ... So I Am... It Connects.. It Is 2 Sick.. Sick As In ... I Stayed Home.. I Love Pussy Sweaty.. Pussy ... Booty.. But I Stayed Home.. This Is The Last My Final Days.. Smoking Chronic Ending It With A Bang.. Finally Let In..thanking Tomb... 8 Months... A Long Time... I Have So Many... So Much Material.. I've Changed As A Person And As A.. U Guys Will Get 2 Know .. I Have Come A Long Way... Also A Long Wait...an Old School.. Screw... And A High Off Of Life.. And Rhymes.. What Will Come Next To Me ... 4 Me.. I Stay Over Here ...over Here In L.a. I Now Understand... L.a. Has The Many Styles... Serio... For Reals.... ! ! !
one line champ back with authority! don't rhyme wack or get smacked by my force's Fleet!
wit songs that got intros long like horse meat, force feed ya wit swchartz in porchse speed
water ressurrects the seeds, I spit verbal ecology on emceees, verses bring the sun towards the light like the dead in hearces, you couldn't spot me if you had headlights and pooka-dots in your eyesights
ten-digit codes means universal communcations, from states to nations, FBI runnin' phonetaps on U N I, innocent criminal wit intentions that's possible
I spit freestyle rhymes in a single bound, cause there too many kings to wear one crown, so I practiced in caves, AKA school hallways, mentally I'm civil when I bring the drama, I get deep like Martin King when he wrote a letter from jail in Birmingham, Alabama