good looks Dangerous..Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
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good looks Dangerous..Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
first the plan was to land and ambush bush supporters know it's Obama's daughters
just kidding my bidding brought the cannon for canvas slaughters
life's cut shorter than pac's and notorious the scoring plot so glorious
so underground if I went mainstream supporters thought we brought the floor with us
punch the rapper who tried to jump in front of the wordsmith vocal cords I bust open
come socialize with the spokesman fly ladies catch strokes from the stroking
barriers broken like clay pots the kitten knocked over my scripts thought provoking
your awoken to loud screams my lit el elevated dreams know were floating
above crowds see the chaos rushing heard thoughts disgusting
saying you were a made-man what were you doing furniture dusting
can't fuck'n rap no more minds sore KO'd knocked down call it a classical score, honest bore with more shit fucking rap's call it ghetto crap's like VD clap's from your whore. maybe more or less shrugging my mind's mental shoulders between lackadaisical dreams for better rhymes, under impressive lyrically passive aggressive click "add to MY shitty reputation" give me some change cause your strange like fish shit dropping a steaming 20 bars of terrible dimes. got a better idea i'll go watch a French movie that can bring the pain, unlike reading verses occult lovely Satan curses talking gibberish can't understand call it La Haine. the hate can't wait for the next grateful white boy to come and bring it dangerously, saw that he was the reason they can't find that Malaysia plane taking aim as he shot it down aimlessly.
decided to switch my rhyme over for awhile like your girlfriend hanging out at the dosshouse cause she's done up like a kipper, tried to flip her but she claims she aint duff taking it in the jacksy like a stripper. rode her with no johnny on my john Thomas cause I promise to only secretly fuck a khobhead, bitch with the fine knockers in the cheapest knocking shop lashed and passed out near dead. thank you while I keep my lolly cause she's a mark miffed and stiffed, she friends with my best mucker she has the greatest mare with a minge makes ya cringe and shift. nicked her virginity cause she's a sonic youth nutter in the gutter always pie-eyed, sometimes a annoying pillock i'll take my punt on her cunt before the blue's and two's come through I'm scally aka british sally with arsenal pride. "see a man about a dog" undercover American black brother with two shiner's while I slash on ya to sod off cause I was steaming with spunk, here's a tenner go wank cause I'm the winner imagine twat dragons wankered while you reek of mc's who minger like a skunk.
this flows canal catastrophic to the penal slow gunners be out
bewildered by my fee-style anybody dissing my puffy weed-bags get a bottle cracked over their head like Steve Stoute
cops coming my people scream out but I'm not putting trees out
conduct mostly disorderly cause ain't no glutton ordering me around
fight the powers that be until were free and I'm deranged dissing handy-cap emcee's about their disabilities
with ease titles are snatched lyrically cooking audio crack and my recipe is un-matched
So run your scratch you flea-bag, fudge-packing, diseased fag..trying to see the cock you just received jags
well thrown to leave your eyes popping these lines like nines popping so haters stay dropping
what am I up to? nothing much but beating many to mush until you puppies hush
give your shit a flush for holding the stall up like an abused pit-bull I don't want to be touched
unless it's by a queen while yours in drag of course I stab
be confident dont copy me be authentic
they all couldnt stay in my lane like car sickness
ill stick it if your bitch is artistic
none of these rappers can touch me im autistic
big boss balling like a lil bill gates
rappers got diamonds but they still real fake
the reason your wife dont come home til real late
if you play this song backwards you hear kill kill rape
one day i thouhgt of quitting weed but fuck that
ill be puffing till i pass saying puff puff pass
my swagger too eww like a fucking mud bath
watch a rapper get kilt like young thug pants
thirsty ass ninjaz tryna fill they cup
i only fuck a bitch wit a real big butt
if you had a fly swatter couldnt kill my buzz
cuz i sound like eminem if he still did drugs
tryna get that pussy that filet mignon
but my wallet got less content than a lil wayne song
funny stuffQuote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
catch me giving political prop's like I'm my own pop's like Robert jebediah freeman, use a black's belt Grandad brings the old skool pain like swimming around mc's semen. fucking demon spit holy water rhymes underground rated like judas satanic possessed scandal front page of B.C. times, asking jesus "is that free E.A.R.L. shit still cool?" he turned to me spit in my face made me free of V.D. from mary Magdalene's pussy tagged more than shells in mafia crimes. drop'n negro dimes hot and sweaty call it a Kentucky franchise, sweat and bet who'll drop first? slave wip in hand cant stand white devils want a nigga size dick while they fantasize. third times the charm causing verbal harm with out arm's cause I don't need it unlike you, I can kill with out weapons 'these hand's is lethal' throw money down the wind pipe like a Hebrew. wanna know the the truth all your rhymes are fucking pointless cause you and I will die, understand with out the angry hand 'cheers' on it stand proud evol as hell like a child's play good guy.
minus your mayhem I play grim optical amazement of a resident patient
evil days in the hide-out lack of transportation feeling travel sensation
fire on crowds who praise Satan mind-state spin
uncover plot know you rot in the woods behind the radio station
were great-men who refuse to comply fire gun high
never run just walk by the traced body chalk fly
put you to bed like killers from bedstuy I'm the fear in the fed's eyes
twisting up with the dreads dry smoking cheeba fried
your chicken grease students under me keep the peek
freak the streets with hoes who hand daddy over a least two gee's a week
more reclusive than a crazy diamond claiming you got burned shaking hands on the album cover with your financial puppeteer, 'Wish You Were Here' and disappear quit playing war games on a bender you cant ender. i'm rock'n the sega still cause NBA Jamz T.E. is still ill Stockton and the mail man delivering you the juicy news, your name in headlines saying you secretly married that motherfucker tom cruise. YOUR NOT GAY!! jumping and ass pumping like two male animals aboard noah's boat, found out it was Kanye and Kim's baby named gravy wearing a frock coat. tye dyed cause that baby be wild eyed LSD in that milk straight from the breast, playing with fake plastic tit's as it spit's gold "literally" and "laterally" floats on and sinks with the life vest. modest mice head's is what I use for dice gotta make that honey man take your change while I listen to zappa, wake up next week post more/less rhymes making mental notes like Thompson campaing trail watch me fail only drop deuces in my crapper.
"this O3EY nigga is straight garbage"
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Originally Posted by O3EY
agreed :mmmyah::loser::fucku:
the thumps are like speeding over speed bumps in a fast car
we can throw hands or see who's quicker on the draw
your not bruce so you can't subdue the dr. with the claw
bars struck em like metal pipes no more ghetto gripes
got to be drunk to fuck ugly bitches turn off the lights
bur up the mic catch a flight and light a hundred more
unfocused contenders get grazed open mic on the shore
deeper than the core of the earth fueled from a verse
you malfunction the knockout method is light work
my mannerisms make dikes flirt I'm reserved for the night
I would rather smash that banging bird on the bike
the god's language blazes mics,Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
co-cain lines snorted by the ancient mayans
calculate a planet's timin' with a nation's appliances,
spread vibrations over wires and shit like lethal viruses
leave minds split, grape papers and lime spliffs,
the sun shines in shifts, kept rhymin' until time didn't exist
leave the crime to blind kids, I'm grindin' piff,
combinin' my sentences until my life's end
a field hand but I'm called "light-skinned",
in the fields with mice, stand tall as nine men
that's your story? I ain't buyin in,
get to know the killer livin in this lion's den
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Originally Posted by JahroamDaGod
he came flying in like ambulances transporting dying men rappers afraid to take it outside get ironed in
minus the board the chess-master bishops ride with the lord
frauds get head-smashed with the mic then choked out with the cord
may he rest peacefully while I'm fully paid we rock with rockets
those who told me to stop it eyes removed from sockets
more against me than with me not afraid to cock it back
you know you done fucked up right like a fiend running off with my pack
around here grand mothers will put a hole in your head for a stack
Dead where ya stand if ya fuckin with my bread loafs, bred for quotes that leave ya bent n brokenQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Im so slick its like my words have been rubbed with lotion, reduce u like the blunts im smokin
Im one of the chosen ones
anakin skywalker jedi master, left lives shattered, not caring about anyone just i matter
Punch guys faster than the speed of light
Took a oath that once i go ill meet a sweet demise
I can see the design of evil eyes no more dwelling in peaceful times
I stay on the grind no sports involved
Ill say fuck the justice system in a court of law
Torch ya balls as a torture method resort ta wicked intentions if ya fuckin with my investments
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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
good rhymes and happy birthday homie. :beer:
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Originally Posted by O3EY
Thanks mayne
got stung by the brass hung wing chung style in my file labeled as key and peele comedy stlye, call it shit best quit holding out on that ghetto corner selling bags of blue magic ain't worth while. deadly style like that nigga frank lucas straight from G-boro fuck YOUNC Jordan wear'n cheap nikes made out of the back of cars back in 83, college of collage's broad pictures still to vague my impressionistic ideals reveals the true mc. givin' no f*cks high as fuck turned down b/c rappers here remind me of sideshow bob, sad clowns ready for murder but never finish what they start like a 4 dollar hand job.
fuck you nigga!:clap:
smoke chronic and write chronicles not sucker-punch lines
hit em like Tyson in prime you chickens prepared 2 hours before dinner time
steamed slow death hits the night after you dreamed crows were perched on your window
snatched before you let off a signal ignited clip glowed like a light show
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Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Ight Yo! we so Tight yknow, like a 9 yr olds Vagina Hole, Alright Thats Gross
but i keep stackin my Gross, action packed and Ready to Blow,
freestyle off the Dome, Causin' Loss of cops on Patrol, when i chug a fifth of Patron, eat a cal zone, and beat these angry rappers out they Happy Homes,
Bashin Domes, with automatic's and Mathematical Equation's, sensation is too Vibrant
my Crew is the Livest, and leave a Bruise on ya Eyelids, so deep it bruises ya Iris
call me the Lyrical Highness, spit with such sickness there's no Cure Known to Supply ya With, Stay High as Shit, u Buy ya Rhymes while i Write It,
fuckin Lil Wayne, fake ass Dick Stain, i keep u guys upright like a Kick-Stand
Pick Friends a lil more Carefully, sometimes were all a lil more reckless then we Care to Be, lyrically I'm Rarely Seen, your Barely Felt, leave you Weary from the Welt's you Receive
tired of these dick riding bitches cause in HERE!! we squeeze mental triggaz, quote me saying fuck you niggas rock'n that shitty starter jacket trying to start jacking a black man's green figures. popping verbal bullets like the homeless drunk bottom class flying high in the alley no glass brown bagging, train tagging on my girl cause that shit's always on time midnight undercover crime be on point can't be dime lagging. time travel dragging my game of drones froze mental stones thrown away from the palm of head leader crimes, replayed out like adding on to make yourself better best-better move from the shadows like feeling saggy tits past their paired primes.
flood light infra red iris perceive flashes of lightning,
clashing with titans, u get bashed with a mic stand
drop bombs like Hiroshima Japan bitch im the Scatman
with a scattergun hand cannon,
about the size of a massive sandwich,
causin serious intestinal damage,
and if I was American id vote for Obama,
fallen victim to mind control programming,
but in Battlefield 4 Im M2 slamming,
sink your battle ship with a jetski
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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
dope work y'allQuote:
Originally Posted by O3EY
Coach cha king you ain’t no wolf barking like Amadeus
Rhyming said odds blown through the cards
Pussy pop the minaj open bar platoon
Canadian boarder type of risqué
Conquer those binds like wonder woman’s laso of truth
Booth up the phones masked voices
With snipers outta windows
Had to call it in with no reception
My intersection is interrupted
By fat blocking genomes
While I’m trying load me up the chrome
Rapidly swords be burning light
My swords conceal light
Iron might wired clenched jaw tight
Too twisted to Listerine kiss it
Spit wicked flip the noggin, riddle me this
Been blessed to rock microphones like Bootsy Collins
Polar opposite of polar caps melting
And solar rays turning skin to jelly
Mind melding ain’t no Vulcan technique
It’s how you work and meet cha women
This ain’t no reunion patrol swap meet
Rhyme beef cake ultimate warrior diatribe
You can beckon light two barks don’t bite
I write skies the limit mimic no gimmicks
Seen how I driven living with it
This is heavy metal king shit
Meets the marathon bar man
Battling the best laid plans
Next stop cha local horror film fest
Where the best laid to rest
Don’t need 13 ghosts of Halloween
Speed walk like Mike Myers trying to be Michael Myers
Need cha bars rinsed out in the dyer there soaked
Where dreams are made and Freddy comes to get paid
To host me a happy harbor
Where Scooby doo and the gang
Stranglin cats 4 scooby snacks in the back of an all black van
Solve mysteriez baseball bat smash ur face til ur history
I need antihistamines, allergic to ur rainbow flag flyin dream
Communicate through wire to my team to point red beams
And just lead the scene, projected LED screen
Like Marines with M16s shootin bursts of 3,
Cab ride in a hearse for free fuckin with me,
I busted she sneezed so I fuck her ear hole,
U faggots cant hear me yo, put ur pockets on zero,
Sniper scope zeroed to 1000 meters,
Leave a red stain on the center of ur white wife beater,
Stop u short like u were Derek Jeter,
but u aint hittin shit, easily defeated,
Im leavin em bleedin get the Tampax,
I swing a battle axe warcry of battle raps,
Shatter plaques of platinum rappers,
Who dont deserve their status,
Far from the baddest more like a batty bunch of faggots.
I reuse words recycle bullets Im a psycho 2 fullest,
Just spit my shit not carin about how it looks,
Cuz Im a crook thatll throw u in a brook for a dirty look,
U herbs be shook more than halfway,
Protect ur neck I chop ur head off the whole way,
Fuck slittin throats i sink ferry boats of Korean blokes,
Crash Malaysian jets and sell u as a slave for sex,
Bitch I cant wait a sec to think about what im sayin,
This is the free style thread I aint playin,
Just goin in all day runnin in sprayin no aimin,
Wit a blade randomly flayin any lamer thats hatin,
Leavin holes thats gapin, hoes im wastin,
My skin tone is pasty turn u 2 corpse hastily
Call me the pain machine vending back bendings,
Fuck a tax spending on wasteful things,
Love 2 c what a new day brings free from governing reigns...
Been thru the growing pains, exploding veins,
Let da blood rain I spit crimson torrents plus flames,
Like on my horse name War is my name,
Never forced 2 explain, Im enforcin the game,
Your hordes get slain from torturous slang,
Crashin a Porsche into a lamp post,
Come back from the dead with unlimited ammos
Poppin cranials of mammals Im an animal eat MCs a cannibal. U cant escape the strangle hold my nuts danglin hoe Tsunami flow. Stompin reptiles like Mario, all u goombas pray to Wario, I leave u with more holes with more O's than a box of Cheerios.
more rugged than b boy's holding bullet riddled boom box stereo's, can't complain on the game that's just how it is struggling to make ends meat and repeat ghetto life scenario's. don't blame the nigga blame the game for constant problems got so many jay z became lay-z and went to state the obvious, fuck hova hold my triangle at my dick fuck the Illumaniti cause it ain't real on the real like sitting on your ass and posting a dope rhyme like your hard niggaz!!!Quote:
Originally Posted by SHRAP
Erin started off in reception then made her way up runnin errands for me as my personal assistant
Since our eyes first set in the physical attraction was mutual so was natural like settings with optimism step in wide open was our minds we find ourselves soon to be incepting. Her wonderful Talents come in multiples like tasking;skill is masterful whodda thought something so practical like masking tape can do wonders ? far from easy with just the right amount of tease believe me, she really got me, wanna equally please her as she always aim to please me
drivin me crazy with her eyes hazey sultry, and pink tulips wow it's so fucking perfect makes me succumb to her diabolical ways totally specially when satisfyin me orally with her tongue lookin at me with a devilish grin and lick her lips as she suck cum...[/I]
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Originally Posted by tekunique
Drunk Rum, don't give a fuck where you Come From, Love's Dumb..
and yet i'm in it...
shit is a bit Ridiculous, but i don't give a shit, i love this feeling i'm experiencing, it's piercing into my flesh, i hated being single n wish-ing..
to not be, just another carbon copy, it's harder not to be free,
i've noticed that lately, i hate these mc's that say bitches ain't shit..
riches is sick, but don't replace that feelin' that u can't get hit...
with life's misery's...feel like i witnessed a miracle like a pregnant girl in delivery...
chivalry is dead, but i still am the definition of it, been missin sumthin..
lately..is it my heart or soul?..i still feel empty...envy n greed is still my enemy..eventually i'll win the good fight, seems like even if i hit life with a hook right.. i'll still get left Behind...etched my mind to erase my past like a etch n sketch, respect my lead, when i write..
freestyle just to be Wild, don't give a shit what other's think, my Brother's shrinked..from my memory, but i never forget about em' forever he will be..in my mind...untill i die i'll live my life the way i want, u only live once, so who gives a fuck about another's response
girls be crazy and a bit hazy when the cup comes to them sweet lips, spread pussy wings and fly on the top of Everest dick riding icy glaciers while I squeeze for life at her hips. lick the nip's watch 'em erect while I detect sexual pleasure, pushed hard inside her cunt ain't pulling out as I impregnate my girl for good measure. sexual treasure walk'n around and she don't even know it, fingered her before work take a sniff of my cologne call it 'cunt-tastic' gets the ladies a mental signal causing an orgasm to transmit.
tempted by temptations on my last run the horses tired so wheels spun
empty red wine bottle weapon for heads then it's a head-less crucifixion
by the 3rd quarter slaughter for transporter in order situation
talking bout your free while your basing the anger passed down from the ancient
family tree slam the spree give women more hard wood than chopped trees
blind-folded and still defeated 20/20 vision enemies endlessly
and captured the pig who feasted on my fig tree
wannabe gangster your just a dead gee whole fam life-long enemies
chilling joyfully spit oil slick royal spit that still broils shit
the frame pain panic is not to be toiled with
life is a movie so enjoy the flick coke kids can't afford the bricks
I'm socially sick getting money like Spanish mami's that turn online tricks
Dont feel like writing shit.
I was playing Xbox broke the right thumb stick,
On my controller Im done with this shit.
Plus I smoked all my weed so how can I get lit?
Feel like throwin a fit pop your head like a zit,
with a real life blasta, this real life shit,
need a real type of bitch not a phony wife
who lived a shady life sunglasses over eyes,
just a disguise cant hide the evil inside,
i be with my guys who know u aint no prize.
all u bring is lies, leave u covered in flies,
rotting in a ditch while cars drive by,
plotting like a bitch but u faggots never try
put em in the pan let em fry,
bitch I change your Settings and click apply,
save your breathings I cannot comply,
bitches is barren with a pussy thats dry,
goodbye, throw u off a cliff, now u fly.
at ur funeral wearin a tie made of tears u cried.
without fear i ride. mothafuckas queer and hide.
sittin in corners scared to death like a bitch.
throwin major league pitch with grenades,
into the room where u stay bitch i do not play.
do this every day all day drinkin Gatorade,
leave u haters slain fallen leafs from the tree,
Ali stung like a bee, but you see me,
Ill just shoot you with an M3 pump action
Payin these fuckin taxes.
government full of shit they need laxatives
god shacked pods packed active matrix relapse chemicals compounded
the foundation founded by forefathers deep ground grounded
punishment from capital J astounded a few chose then his crew rose
those who half-stepped lost a few toes black n blue beaten foes
hideous hoes fight over who washes my clothes no doorbell ringing the labs closed
murder music composed by a one man army who outgrew the psycho's
psychosomatic diagnosed many ran to boats for their foolish boasts
as I smoked hashish with cash stacks stacked in my coat
water the town watch your car float stream down
a dose of poison in your bloodstream found I hard-drive 4 the crown
war-torn barbarian with barbaric dogs that broke out from the pound
attack remorse lacking latchkey kid move on em with the speed of sound
many get mangled on the mounds I'm at odds with neighboring towns
even the best swimmers drown for me deep end Excalibur stimulation
stimulus package ruined funds for future generations
Very niceQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
good looks fam!Quote:
Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
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Originally Posted by tekunique
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Originally Posted by White N Dangerous
Blaze through ya mind like the ash in an ashtrayQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Fasten the game on tight, turn the audio up
Too tight to be brighter than the TV pixels are
Soul control bust a mole leave there unborn twin
Distant beyond existence,
Not even their presence was felt
Beyond the ripple or the time affect
Transmittance was
Been in a prism all my life
Had to run a rat race
Just to make it outta my hood
Just to make it outta my trap I’m caught up in
Dusted winds tripping skins
Spot cha mind in a barrel of bricks
Sick e’m like the H1-N1
Get done like roasted beef
My thieves been hives most cannot mind
Gristle grind flip through pines cones
Bottle bones in clones mostly known
Through graviton eclipse wave
Check those PS1 save files
I think you’ll get access denied
Tetrahedron leave ya wyvern
End it on the ending of the chapter
Placate cha charter happen to nuzzle e’m without the tie
Dripping through the ride pimp the tide
Whistling Dixie spitting more kicks than a snare drum
Silently snipping out minds while I’m battling boxers
With a glass jaw hit cha with the right hook
My nights are another hook, been in the books
Clock in plots my throwbacks be how I let bodies rot
Nozzle been in bottle of flames, come out the ether
With more game than lebron think he’s writing the bible on the court
With no jewels you can get school well enough to double dribble
Leaving you liable for tackling topics dropping those droopy optics
Leaving you liable for tackling topics dropping those droopy optics
topics I pick stick out like afro's with fist picks
how you going to get a grip with a broken wrist?
Chubby emcee's found murdered by the checkers with a neck twist
or Columbian neck tie attack like bee colonies who will die to protect hive
direct drive through the building to the city I leave the billing
I claim no colors so various gangsters blood stay spilling for refusing
to join the cause effective draw riders respect my laws
queens inspect my balls during night-caps, and house calls
no fighting death when it comes on-point flow to the final drum
eyes roll red-rum as chest shots hit me like Malcom
know I'm just an x no dotted line seeds in 6 years receive inheritance checks
I watch-over as an angel above cause hate is the devil's love so he's constantly vexed
invadin yo property next poppin these teks
youll probably be wrecked by a half god half t-rex
get yo pantry cleansed, ill eat all your food
kitchen cretin cookin up kilos of food
gots to take care of the needy
periodically leave pussy rappers bleeding,
snatchin up yo seedlings, I dont care if your name is Steven
Or Freddy Kruger even
dream of bloody pools every evening,
brain infected by demons im next to be leaving,
the earth in a haze of a crimson mist
grippin and rippin at whips with bullet proof windows
when the winds blow you get Winslowed
you Urkel ass motherfucka get yo head kicked with a big toe
made of steel slippin on banana peels
or pools of blood from bananas peeled from arteries unsealed
attack with a martyrous zeal and tragically kill
make you choke on magical pills
r u faggots for real with a badge and high heels
wanna search a dude and touch my dick rudely
u's a bitch with no boobies, all day i shit on n00bies
a despot on the Xbox come take your best shot,
better bring yo best plot ill keep that lead hot,
like i was all up on yo block with a revolver
u amoeba ill de evolve u to bacteria
drive with no hands on the steering wheel
bitch do u know that feel?
create a town name it Ho-smack-ville
in a post apocalyptic wasteland,
pop at a batty blood claat waste man
a Rasta wanna be disgrace man,
Elvis impersonator in Graceland,
bitch I am a spaceman,
direct orbital weapons nuclear satellites aimed at yo face, man.
Never took bull so this matador matters more killers flattered how I made many flat-line for sure
elegant whore score fucked her on the stable floor know she's sore
in need of more passion but after I bust bitch I'm passing
you like the bong in smoke sessions where we build on deep lessons constantly progressing
the weight of the world I'm bench pressing until I'm cut n swoll
while he's a jelly-roll and his bitch resembles a troll
old school like bruce Leroy with the glow you can't move a crowd talking bout how you move o's
souls need therapeutic music I stay on that true shit let's build or let blue steel spit
take you out who you move with those savages can get lit unless they quit
and respect the greatness of bravado pushed at full throttle
Nigga I just finished my beer so let me greet you with the bottle