wit a lime i top off my glass with some yac...
bout to break this bitch's back then tilt her head tell her catch
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wit a lime i top off my glass with some yac...
bout to break this bitch's back then tilt her head tell her catch
rhyme-a-thon i'm on when battlin' Decepticons
graviton bond masses are fond of the energon i spawn...
On a mission to record my submission, of my non phixion, make my rap distinction in order to cause kaos through contradiction this is true, not one of those so called visions cause i dont believe in superstitions.
full moon goblins no broomsticks lepricons barbie blue lipsticks
kiss of death yo last breath toxicated by the unseen vindicated
brewed lyrics are the true spirit of a beautiful earth,
this is your cue to disperse,
I am the doctor aborting any blue births
mastermind minister marchin massive manuveres, movin majestic magistrates
arrows aim accurate, across an archers armour apparatus
flying fatalities finished from forcing final fates, finalized from forty frigid faces
bring torches upon a fake Pharoah's glittering face,
the pure forty are still enforced today by the fifth's fisted, lyrical course diplayed
Words scorch similar to sun rays/the drunken monk gone off some E&J/Kush blown within my cipher/low profile freedom writers ignite fiyah nevah expire put up yah lighters!!
ChamberSlave's back to reinstate, fate seperated my hate from debate, i took gods job at the gate, for all mc's that wanna test can u ingest the dialogue i suggest
break it down to double, then like soda we bubble
cops come lookin for trouble we just break up like couples
of the governmental terrorism it is fundamental to reverse it and put the .38 special back in their face,they say no and i say yes, leave it up to the viewer to guess, like a cliffhanger
more shotz than Stallone at ure dome,catchin one twos like Rocky,cliff hang ya bitch by her tits an Rambo the clit till itz sloppy
more shotz than Stallone at ure dome,catchin one twos like Rocky,cliff hang ya bitch by her tits an Rambo the clit till itz sloppy
optimal ostracize rocking flows like robots in disguise watch me from chaotic to extreme
deemed too much for you hang out cha click like a terrorist gang/
In my optimus prime not ready for star scream,dark beam,lucrative light perpetuates vision out of this sparked dream