Lyrics:
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Taking a second for me to blow your mind
'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock
But I was smart, the D.O.
Yo, I mock tenor, lend a hand
(Lend that hand) we rock negative
Mock to lend a hand to zealots
I walk the block with a
Can of phantom repellant
heard about that nine that Eminem packs
You diss us, you get you're fucking face cracked
I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up you're house
Next
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
Then climb up to the second floors and throw rocks out it
Then expect not a volley in reply
Some place vulnerable like prolly in the eye
What
on the block, This bag of rocks right here gon get me paid
You know that BSG the gang (VLRRDDD)
Shoutout to 97(SWISHH)
I'm not going to that party if i can't
drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma urrp
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off (nah, keep it goin'
(J-ro can you make
and cable, plus they labeled me Savage
For the love of it
Till my death, they stay on sum other shit
Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stuborness
Skies are
death day
They stay on some other shit
Pops shoot, second nut
Inherited his stubbornness skies are grayer
My whole clique despise the Mayor
With dreams
Team boogie down in the house and it's on
And ya don't stop, punk crews can't top this
Bad land's in the house I'm out to rock it, Beatstreet!
hands to the back
Like a porno fleck
What's con is it
Don't bust a glock
Laid back
Fuck bitch
And I'm gonna rock the cock
See I'm back again
With this
a sweat
So you must have a locomotive, I mean a crazy reason
To want to step up, it's sucker punk season
Bring it on, young one, so you can get done
I
short, I'm running it now
Knock your teeth out for biting, now you be gunning my style
I keep it, honey I'm selling them, I'm the blackout
Put my
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
find a way to hunt you
Run through
Eighteen seconds on the clock never turning back got that tech nine with the best Rhymes and I test mine
Hundred caps
(Slug):
I'll take seven emcees, put ?em in a line
Shoot ?em and sell their clothes to get my wisdom teeth pulled
From here on out I'm grabbing
guess a dick that's hard as rock, is what these hoes Be missing
And in return she used her stolen credit cards to by Me casing
And later on she got this
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
sipping lean
It's bad for your teeth
Six two with a gleam in my eye
I'm alive
Watch me shut down the sky
Krowvid nineteen
Get to fighting
Ready, set, Krow
fueled by drugs
Shits about to get real out of hand dog, better get ya man dog
Rap shit comes second, I'm a show you what a robber do
Mention ice one
the kid
But as hard as it gets, I do not wanna quit
Scoff at the wit, like my thoughts never hit
Petty punks really thought they it
Deadly with rhetoric,
Big body Big Waves
Verse #2
Jsun The Prophesor
Big kahuna with the maneuvers
No time for losers (nope)
Second place is a sloppy pace
I'm about
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