I form back together, just to show you who is who
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I form back together, just to show you who is who
dude ya through, like a deusche ya get disposed and used
im a natural, i just do what i do, and if u mess around your gonna be the accused
But when ya go to court, the judge will try to mess with you
next to do? verbal shots aimin at ya party
i won more Superbowls than Vince Lambardi
smackin birds out the sky tossin bottles of bacardi,
yall succed hardly, but me im passed the maximum
evaporatin water into clouds, creatin many inches of rain per annum
Im In the Legion Of Doom Battlin Villains And Phantoms
tie em in a bag and nab em, have u lookin in the eye of my magnum
Its the Roll Call, bring out the hall of fame boys that have mastered the Peace and Joy
Seek Poise, my lyric's beat the real mccoy'z, fell the noise as i seal ya voice
lyrically hitin tha lines on time, lik Barry, im makin homerunners so recognise
rappin and keep goin i smack rabbits and then energize
aint takin no sympathy so dont emotionalize
my scope n my eye aim'n fa ya throat ta end ya demize
im crushin all the minors, rebuking the neverminders, glitching and hacking the computer rhymers
And lots o love for the wrongly accused jail timers
Who mostly be good kids with no help from tha systom
the warrior heard swords that twist his marrow sliently/
and more he turned to war he injured arrows violently/
quietly stepped up tore harrowing disguises
from pharaohs demises stare down airs of osiris
Love for ma peeps who be on the streets getting buy
just trying to stay alive and moving around stuff on the fly
If you aint down with that, you must be to high
See the Sky and expolde in the Night like the 4th of july
drop 1 line, reply to this and ill vaporise
any State i Ride Through, make a mistake and i'll take ya life too
And don't get scared of the shit you're hearing that i've said, i'm merely speaking syllables in order to make bread
or Yer just a Fake Head, Waiting gettin Im-Patient, for your time to Make it
Cuz the art is sacred, skills too real for the real to hate it
setting sail...skipping bail....dinning on oceanliners...
Set the timer to blow.. lava pit flows hot like sauce rock for a common cause.. pause.. explosion rocks the land & the ocean when I build
And The Wind Carries Heat To Many To Be Killed
Bullet filled.. Riddled with holes.. tag on toes
Ancient graffitti in Egyptian tombs, heiroglyphics told tales, of how the Sun was chased by the Moon, I wonder, does lightning come before the thunder, I freestyle while practicing Tai-Chi underwater
wanna roll deep to my street faggot thats slaughter
for ya'll and ya family, grandmums and her daughter
you probly will die pore and cold you never will get to touch gold you sold you sole to the devil
i no i guy name nevil that will take ceare of this shit wak bitch
keep busting shots you miss, but my first blow will hit, straight to the heart, I rhyme so fine it's an art, Picasso, Da Vinci, van Gogh or Rembrandt, dont try ta rhyme cause we all no ya cant
dominant in the paint..and ain't but 5'9" 155.....no jive...shatter the glass...take nggas to school...like the first day of class.
the punk who crossed my path and claimed to be superior
put to rest from the blast that quickly drained his interior
a man who views himself high and peer spirits inferior
reveals fear when spears peal material from his exterior