-horrific chop- skampoe
i got the power,
to break cats down like towers,
ma werds come down as if i summon rain showers on these cowards,
black flowers on top of caskets for them bastids,
pcp mastered the war tactic,
spittin sparatic on sum fully automatic,
we got the softenr for the static,
asthmatic, so i self medicate with the herb
clouded lung is the tribe where in from,
stompin cats out wit the black foot,
for not wanting his cahins took,
while he sat on the corner like rook,
talk like a babbling brook,
musta mistook ma kindness for weakness,
fucked up the raw cane like sugar for sweetness,
shit aint cookin up right wat is this,
so it was a must to pay the god a visit,
i got wat i payed for,
and came off wit a pound of esquisit,
spittin it mad vivid,
cuz thats the way that we live it,
u betta belive it,
im like a fat jesus, when im gon i bet u gon need it..
ma clan communicate thru cough and the smoke signals,
wee keep graph bars in the form scuff marks on the timboes,
from how i chek cats from out the window wit that 2 for cinco,
we stay puttin out cuts thats heavily crinkeled,
i saw the lies in ya eyes from when the shit dun twinkled,
i lace the blunt wit that dust like the glitter that gavin sprinkled,
but like i said i dont mention no names,
i just speack on the matter by the way of these flames,
so its up to ya'll to catch wat i said,
catch the darts that i craft in ma head,
ma beautiful mind, spit that suitable rhyme that'll rupture they're spine,
emcees get crushed like grapes so whut im pissin is wine,
and its about that time,
ya niggaz dun listen,
cuz your last vision is going to be me with the gat that glissin
i got you wishing you would have never comittite does acts of treason.
even thou u rap u still dont have a voice of reason,
so feed me rappers and feed me beats
so i can feed these real hiphop heads that be pheneing
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