its a exact fact u cant track my slack im slick in my act like aluminum bats not a prop keep yourself buried in ya reasonable doubt..fill your slops
its a exact fact u cant track my slack im slick in my act like aluminum bats not a prop keep yourself buried in ya reasonable doubt..fill your slops
square ounce n pound..super mache sound from the underground i hold my crown liked or disliked i smash mics like morbid street gangs with water pipes
call it psychedelic im psycho u feel it.....i kill it for the thrill im ill like ancient plagues after the pillage
No slur, burn you up like sulphur, conjucated speach to teach and reach shriviling up any leach, throw the salt, its a lyrical assault...
Apply your heart to instruction and your ears to words of knowledge.
ONE!
its not write a paragraph clowns, its one line, condense shit down and learn to blow minds
"ya'll niggas can't be serious, i was nice before ice, before christ, before the the words let there be light, and the light took over the night, i was born wit the mic, lord of the mic before all plant and animal life, took this rap shit to new heights before the wright brothers took flight, before dogfightin' and aerial strikes, before mc's picked up pens and started to write" - Canibus
cant offend the demonted..so its not my fault..u studder with your wu dick riding cult....no insult the truth is great isnt it? c'mon dun pout..turn that frown upside down!!
lol
u know what they claim "great minds think the same" and Ghengis and messiah must share the same fuckin brain.
(seriously i was about to post that shit right b4 i read ur line)
Babtize you in the lake you drown, you never hear another sound..
Apply your heart to instruction and your ears to words of knowledge.
ONE!
im like a medium communicating to extra terestrial and paranormel beings but im a sentinel a lean mean supream steam gleam like a vaciline machine
niggas get the spear blunt so they can get the FUCKING point inscribe ONE FUCKING LINE not the entire joint.
(yeh not to be a bitch. but try to keep shorter. yeh.....)
nah without a flaw write to so many lines i plan i keep going..never a limit...u feel it? meh guess not...u lose in the end without a plot and whatnot...
yo my plot's to form blod clots and what-not inside ya thoughts, sit back watchin my plan force ya brain and physical ta rot
When the clots pop, gets blood on ya smock
u get shot and shocked, yor body begins to rot
still standin tall
the posen sets in and u drop hot like funk doc
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