Microwaved flow, I should pop yo corny ass
The baby eagle's stayin in the nest cuz I got class...
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Microwaved flow, I should pop yo corny ass
The baby eagle's stayin in the nest cuz I got class...
And My Mental Is Vast...Aire Like Storms In The Sand
When I learned To Ride A Bike I Said "Look Mum, No Hands"
(thanks for dropping the sig line SHEEPISH)
I “dead arm” rappers wit “yung berg” flows wit lead pipes that lay you
While your crew just says goodnight/
Ignite The Light That Sends Darkness Out Of Sight
You Might See Me In A Field With No Breeze Flying A Kite
Confuse christ...with visions of mass slaughter
nestled against the grave of my dads passed father.
You couldn’t be in the Sea at all
I’ll still PWN u like Bills in Buffalo do/
wheter "strong" or "3-5-5" the "nickel" nine'll prick ya spine
...i'm sick with mine my wit withers a fickle mind.
Unbenign To Crime You Bitches Drop Dimes All The Time
We Read The Book Of Tragedy Do You Know The Kind ?
Crafted by Indians who fancy jewels, we use weapons as tools
To overrun fools and ghouls, to show them how the machinery rules
cloud your mind and drown, i stand with and upside down frown, in my hand is a blunt and a gasoline can, arsony is the plan
Man stay close to the plan and learn the hidden truth about why it controls you
simple...excite peeps...rememberin' that the block creeps...
I wreck mics...like 18 wheelers jack-knife on the highway...
call your "wreckers" your stylez gettin' towed :|