hi-jinxs like bad luck and crack rocks, smokin' til your brain rots from blood clots, visuals will see lyricals, with commas and periods after the rhyme stops
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hi-jinxs like bad luck and crack rocks, smokin' til your brain rots from blood clots, visuals will see lyricals, with commas and periods after the rhyme stops
the youth ask why the earth spins clockwise, mankind's life span is shorter than clockhands, Indians never abused the soil, white men came and caused much turmoil, keep niggas and redskins encaved in projects and reservations
fled from stations left small statements that caved in pavements....caught in cuffs to be cast to slavements man i sprayed cents
Misplaced patients (patience) like Doc Doom, I exit the womb flagrant//
Made to Break men, wit blades cleaned on Bloody Aprons//
Flow wit the blueprint....my 6th Sense bends my minds perception//
Lasik made the 3rd eye push a thought like Smith & Wessons//
I hate friends, i make them mine then extort for cash
An send'em far away like letters when i want improts of hash
movin from 80's slasher flicks, to hands shatterin' bricks//
karate-kick ya weak shit & smash the First-Aid kit//
i flow like slave ships, u hoes is gay pricks
ya bitch aint worthy for my dick, heres my toes to play wit.
baaaadasssss like Sweetback, most rap's got cataract's//
V's tracks sent out in packs like a Unabomber attack//
what tha fuk yo, is this spot dead or what? Tha corp's gotten lame since last time i was on yo, word bond. Somebody PLEEZ help me revive the threads!!!
I Blazed Again... It Has Me Trippin.. I Have A Radio On.. Listening To Broken... No Thesaurus.. Melody.. The Ivy League School.. U Dont Feel .. When It Goes Away.. At Least Once.. It Would Be .. The Place.. Across The Street.. Crossing The Street.. Too Much That Hair.. A Grill Cooking Ur Car Was Gone But I Had Never Seen U Like That..
Fuck that, things are supposed to dieQuote:
Originally Posted by VillainousV
....or get resurrected like the 3rd day, caramel sweet kids ain't got the nuts to see a payday
whiskey bandit my sister is brandy kinda like ray-j, pops is wild turkey my family reunion is at a.a.
Otay like Eddie Murphy throwbacks, kids get Delirious when we get Raw on tracks