devils try to battle, babies found in bottles, niggaz move to nowhere like cattle, I try to adjust when my rhyme bust, the negative and positive combust
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devils try to battle, babies found in bottles, niggaz move to nowhere like cattle, I try to adjust when my rhyme bust, the negative and positive combust
influx like molecules exploding to dust, giving off the scent of arabin musk
J.T.S. is the shit even though competition wanna give me a flush
be royal casa full of dime pieces crazy loyal tek forever spoiled
i come thru nasty as a boyal/
but i shine like i was made of foil/
grenade bang make u soil ya briches spit "vicous" as sid this young kid is
every minute of your raps is a homage to me, you see, I'm the earth and the sea and you're just the small fishes between me
we can do this two ways, difficult or easy, no matter what you chose you'll still leave bleeding
and needin spine surgery, scalpel recieving, your bruised flesh, i cruised vexed and mangled your feelings
y'all need to relax like sag tittys
free willies danglin across your dark cities
gon need to take y'all back to da origin
africa folklore led to wat yall be reppin
spittin strictly naija hot local brew is wat we sippin
Nah it must be Lipton, you gotta read the title, it's ONE LINE bringin' it back, 4 more is suicidal
speedy flash bullets, crash beasts full hits, flick whips like a daemon burnin sick wicks with a hell dick
its hell dick so whose looking for the bush
it war if the pussies don't get in
but guess whose stuck hooking for the push
Bony knuckles smash Mr. Chuckles, bring drama to that ass like bad kids and belt buckles
i melt thugs-who dare step into my fiery path strike lightining-fast societ-crash