sucker emcees cannot tell me nothing unless they biting from my tree like Bolshevik
I don't think it'll stick i'm rubber your glue, guess you sticking to anything and anybody/
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sucker emcees cannot tell me nothing unless they biting from my tree like Bolshevik
I don't think it'll stick i'm rubber your glue, guess you sticking to anything and anybody/
Yes yes ya'll the sounds of trumpets is finall call forever upward spiritual development people to people community development the building of organization shows truth doing knowledge with the builders understand tools we start from the ground floor we dressed alike the unifcation of humanity
even the hottest get cold crushed don't fold up it's a hold up
leave the spot with millions before the glutton showed up
the crown on my wise dome is a cuffy i don't need a groupie
purify your heart come correct with your darts
don't care about cha gun shows, i taser laced darts to cause a spark
leaving your short more than on circuit when i work it/
power surge and hurt em fireworks merge and spark em i bring nightmares and mayhem way ahead of yo time lightyears couldnt catch me
approaching mach speeds, my shortcomings mock me/
often I quote the prophecy that speaks of me being caught by greed
salt shake the wound, break through platoons given tactics you couldn't use
I come with Goku-like calmness you just couldn't bruise, think i'll even the odds
dead cha in the back like Vegeta did Nappa/
from anime to a cannon's data array,
contracted attackers are concentrated from solar rays
slang docs aim clocks don't think time stopped for you
i can wrestle rappers to pavement and make them pay for it
once i shoot they legs and break them down like a dub plate/
yo fate devoured by concrete cemented by 6 feet of larva im 2deep
Winter Warz sole survivor
Ong Bak emcees with karate chop sider mind rider with the Muay Tai rhyming inside out cha mind in times you couldn't beat me if i was blind, wiht no time to react/
spines crack and domes overdose on the track,
lines are rats, trading rhymes for crack....
bowl wit skulls and cross ya omens by how i fold up flows into something compact
i can bomb back with reacts thats faster than the music ur listening too/
I am gripped by pools of blood and fueled by a fusion of buds,
even bruised, I come up as the bastard sun of clubs.....