Spark the L (feat. Shottie Shotwell)

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Uni V Sol

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Let me know what a sucka got for me
We keep it moving with all the bells whistles and pulleys
I'm something like a trapeze artist
I walk the line like Joaquin Phoenix

Rise of the sun, the rap titan
We clash, see your life spiraling down, like Johnny Eunitas
Colt 45 drinker, say what up to raps Billy Dee Williams
Raised in the times where everyone claim to be a killer

How's that? You couldn't a murder a track
I bring def to your computer, while you hide in your mouse pad
No need for sobbing, we go a game a round-robin
Til I throw one down the middle, then you gotta back up off him

Don't mind me; I'm just letting my mind spill
My cup runneth over with nothing but the ill
Logic, no need to be modest, I go for your jugular
If you coming with nonsense

Lighters up. Spark the L

Fresh off the banana boat, well me, second generation
Viva la barrio, somebody call immigration
The son of an immigrant, back to acting ignorant
I ain't scared of none of you, Mother ****** fill it in

Ya boyz so far removed from the truth
I got whip on ya, call it *sshole abuse
The one that flew the coup, 
Jumped out the Cookoo's nest to hunt me some chumps and mount they Caribou 

Head on the mantle, you ill nano, get handled, I spit scandal
Do as the Romans do and get lit like a candle
I keep them head-spinning fan belts
While you and your cocksuckers lick each other's Clamshells

Damsels in distress, I pull on your dress
Shoulda kept ho-ing, now your dough low, you lookin' stressed
Me I'm cash flowing, cash money
So be the next one to get smashed on like crash dummy

Lighters up. Spark the L

Too many suckas out, swear they got something to say
Shut your damn mouth, and pick you a pair of balls to play
With, all up on the next man testicles
Screaming no homo, but suck a nigga off for an interview

You see with this fame shit'll do, got lame ducks
Waiting for they spot, let me tell you how ya boy move
Like a ninja in the dead of winter
I kicks the coldest shit, yes I am a stickler 

For the bars, so you can get served for no charge
Like we even muhfucka and that's only if we at odds
Black boy lost, act like all I got
Is my word, my balls, but that's so off

Got my word, my god, got some ass that soft
Got my own business, so I'm my own boss
Got love from the fam and that's not all
Gotta keep makin funky music, my nigga, of course

Acupuncture ya, you got holes in your defense, can't ride my wave
I'm on a different frequency

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