Lyrics:
listen and witness
The ET's style as he spits- he's the sickest menace from Venus
Syphilis ain't half as ill as this spit is- Mephistopheles
I'm
white gold style, rakin' bloody dough by the pile
Shot down, still alive, he strugglin' for the phone, fo'-fo' blow him
When homicide comes, these three
loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get up in that ass money
The fact you
cries they runnin' fast
Crack spillin' out they sides
It's the Hill brothers that kill
And raps on a blue trap water bugs nothin' but thugs
Cops
5. Benelli M4
Produced by Saint Yowzha
Written by Saint Yowzha
Mixed And Mastered by Oz the Oddz
(Verse)
Ni metafor like Benelli M4
Semi automatic
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
[Verse 1:]
In the battle fields mics collide like sword fights
Get stabbed up by the swift technique of a Black Knight
Who pierce strikes like
the crackas at, outer city limits
Hotter than the Red Light District
Dealin rap flows, strictly cash flow business
Stakes is high like astrophysics
Play
grab the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherf***in' battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
me
Massive you don't wanna go there
I got mad skills and style I will get wild
Feel my file conceptually ahead by miles
Who's to blame when your lyrics
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
now
Told your ass she had said I'd be on top of the pile
Cause my rap style is my hustle
I shot niggas up like Muslims
With the flex like muscle
hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
don't even matter if I even showered
'Cause she will devour my tower
No joke with the mouth
Most days
I'm so dazed
By the bitches blowing me
Like Flonase
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
Battle, was sind das
Staub Airs?
Ich brüll' dir die rhymes aggressiver
Ins Ohr als Baulärm
Du läufst laut plärrend durch die
Straßen mit 'nem Comic-Style
times my size out
The crowd loves me, so when I ain't around they ask for me,
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money, I get
seriously
No getting rid of me
I don't fuck with the industry
I'm here with the people
We don't give a fuck
About your conspiracy
Crime and rap
They got their
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
on 'em
And ever since Eminem, there's been a white trash explosion
So I'm challenged to bring balance out on mic's and rap for 'em
On mic's at Rap forums
the connections
To the universe
The future the past and the present
Aboriginal ritualistic black magic in session
When I go and then
Kick a rap with aggression
Benz
Because my hands make the stick go
(BRAP) drummer style
Whole case, closed case
I ain't gotta come to trial
Shed so much blood it'd make
A vampire
Eminem
Woah, I joke yo
I only entered. Tainted the landscape of rap
And now I am back to rap the same style I always bring
And those who think "Lame" can
_(Cropped).jpg/250px-Eminem_-_Concert_for_Valor_in_Washington,_D.C._Nov._11,_2014_(2)_(Cropped).jpg "Eminem")
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