Trying to Write my Will, as Life is Filled..
with a Design that Dies just like the Minds of the Bill-ion
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Trying to Write my Will, as Life is Filled..
with a Design that Dies just like the Minds of the Bill-ion
Shit iz Real son, like Shyheim circa '96, droppin' dope verses with a worth of 90 bricks
nuthin-but-tha-grimy-shit is wut we spittin duke a nigga disagree-he-facin-misery gettin split-in-two
We takin' turns hittin' you, me and Sleep Sinatra. Verses that be lyrical, just to keep 'em droppin'
deleting-peeps my chakra concentrated thru tha pen flow open palm break a nigga nose smashin wit tha tha ken po
^^^dope stuff sleep, keeps it comin!
ya'll da opposite of something big, im runnin things..
gunnin kings, puttin bigga holes in ya chest then onion rings
dungeon-kings-who-bludgeon-scenes holdin mad castles for hostage have 2 pay da price guess wut? ya life is wut it costed
Grabbed the grenade and tossed it, stopped and dropped bombs then uploaded the pictures on rotten.com
poppin-cops-calm as i recollect the vengeance i speak death so my sentence is in forensics
etch hecklers off tha hit-list, exquisite wit tha wizardry...//
poisonous like centipedes, lethal 2 an enemy//
my mic b like a tritan strike-an part the seven-sea's///
With a flow that's heavenly, doin' dirt steadily, it's tha archangel with severed wings
what clings to the mic like glue on a weave