attackin beats wit vibes reminecint(sp?) of tha ninties ol skool boom bap my crook niggas beside me
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attackin beats wit vibes reminecint(sp?) of tha ninties ol skool boom bap my crook niggas beside me
Avoiding snakes who're slimy, rats who're grimy, searching for the divine me inside me
Could never touch my soul no matter how much they stole
surrounded by foes/
coc drownin my nose/
So I reached down in my clothes, grabbed the heat maker and started clownin' those hoes, 2 shots to each hater
only broads will I cater/ serve my dick in they mouth/ bust my nut then I'm bootin em out
no doubt they holla and shout, but they already knew what I'm about,
stomp your lines like earth under my feet, defeat, call everything other than me weak
knockledge inspires, I hire assassins to discuss the way they'll make you retire
shine, my pen holds divine lines, combine words like gangs clips and nines
u cant step to this, the shit I spit, battle is like a boxer punching above his weight, u score no hits, I rhyme so legit so go ahead and quit,
too legit to quit so i shit on ya wack spit, full clip of venom dipped darts aimed at ya heart
but you still don't have a heart/bent over with your ass cheeks apart/just a jailhouse bitch but damn you play the part
like shadows I cast darts, puncture holes in your heart, assasination is an art, form when the battlehorn is blown, like killa bees I swarm
deformity of the reform, disabled fetus collects government cream to feed us, tax free to handicap an emcee, like Ja rule when his career was crippled by fiddy