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Despite your killing and raping you're despicable
Are you my judge it's just you should be funny
I'm gonna jump off your arm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check these hi-hats, dang things moving through the rubbish
Hardy robots, rec room staff for your rubbish
Types ticking, erupt, misconduct
Entering one fuck before the drum dry up
Dab, stab, jab, vocab slow
Alphabet run, criss-trucks and voice might blow
Tap dance, trolling, heaven wait, novel model
Look for a breather, dirty me for a hundred bottle cut down
Come with something that's round and profound
Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down, watch us fly
Four speed things being said, non-diagram
Assed black, evil, red lef is my camp of dangle
Serious a man, my mic clap or death wish
Everlasting clan, heavenly guard body
Know me as the cleaner, night champion
Old villain style steamer, kisses writer
Togar, Saga, why bother
Gone for the talk drama, fly squatters
This wolf should be hard to kill and forblown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the road
Pro-tools that are in the tracks, that's rough
Cause the chairman of a live room city is in the nubs
So we attack this and grab all within reach
Though the scrap back to niggas perfect your own speech
It is copper, it ain't worth them white stands
Juiced by backup singers in Atlantic city bands
Niggas look for one and get hooked on this mic line
Real denim shift through the pipeline
LPs delivered with style and potential
Niggas flowin' smoothly and it's sequential
Water, we wanna get it taken for the stack
Signed by the those who lack more
Twist the deck up, the niggas with madness
Back up, watch the act up, get to block track
We slap up, play ground, maneuver
Jet the Vancouver like this, two Kahluas, one chick
She's German Luka, get the shell, light a fresh back
Bust it over with the seal on thumb, deal on this
With the reel on next, rock it, ring, call it the Decatur
Slank some flayer, hope decorator
Player, mic, immigrants, nine of us
Four resemblance, somethin' flashy
Guard dead on this nasty, beat the onemix
Enough to make shorty-wops stare at me
Yo, you killed the guard, might as well throw a chair
Yo, MC's wonder, what's your pop wonder?
Tell you the truth, it's just one nation under
Groove, gettin' down for the funk
That French staff in the bitch
Yo, when held as paraphernalia
A movement with more bellia
Mail by the fortune teller, try to tell ya
Bout to quickly prove we scoop up cream like wires
This weather from the globe like telephone wires
36 and sorted, shelling imported
Chained with movie courted
You're fuckin' with the loot, cyber-royalty bought it
Fabulous establishment, metabolism
Blackfoot Indian, Cherokee started out smaller than a bivouet
Noguto, a physical body with five meridians
As the principal, Spain posted a millennium, two thousand
Wickedness is 20 months, my citizen
I got a muscle, the industrial to make a hustle
And politics will leave on rustle
When niggas are still rustling, rustle
Dannas was born in a petty potty
Guns
We find himself holding a role
Having all the parts in fight
And I get a chance of showing the footage
It's for the bar, it's just for the money.
It's for the events of tonight, sir.
He's just looking for it and he doesn't care.
That's all?
Thank you.
