Stamina Raw (88 Bars)
Equational MC
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Still cuttin' it live, uh I been 88 bars so far, I brought stamina raw I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw I'm down by law so keep the fists from around my jaw Clowns get sawed with the verbs and the nouns I draw It's off-camera, before '94, I got at 'em like the law Kicked down a door, pound on a suckas jaw They soundly trounced, they on the floor when I bounce I count amounts, it's usually at least a half a ounce You needin' council, unfounded doubts taking you out Meanwhile my rhymes sit heavy just like a cake and a stout You flummoxed, could you stomach hatin' a fake in a drought? No doubt, I ain't that guy, don't be makin' that out You hooked, I'm reeling like fishing on a lake for some trout Like eating takeout in the fall, you sippin' on stout? Don't flake out, the frosty superhero bustin' his cape out Magnificent, you cloaked in drapes and impotent I simply get a bit militant, bumpin' into simpletons They pimply, plus their cheeks dimpled, I ain't into 'em Ren and Stimpy-like shrimps, yo this is pimps and guns Crimp your wimpy run, I got a itchy one You stick to it but the grip's slippin', you iffy son Fishy with your funds, you been finished since day one Its like a day stayin' in London, straying off when sayin' stunners Makin' wonders appear, when suckas taken under You fade under, blunder away, my jams stray thunder Puff like Rick Williams call me Miami Dade runner Days of plunder for a pirate, that's OK, gunner Dashin' through the field by trees, call me the blade runner Rays of the sun hit me sideways, I vibe for days Live on display, my tribe hydroponic blaze They'll serve it up five ways in private driveways They arrive drivin' with knives, high on Fridays You could try for days but never do it my way Inside my rhymes is brewin, the emcees is gettin ruined Blue in the face, you schooled dudes already knew it I'll get into it, like it's nothing new but rather fluid About 88 bars so far, I brought that stamina raw I jam miraculous like cats way out in Fatima saw I'm down by law, keep your fists from around the jaw Clowns get sawed with these verbs and the nouns I draw I get into it like it's nothing new but rather fluid There's something to it, the rhymes I chuck and others rue it They contemplate how fermented pitted grapes could turn into wine After a certain date, that's certain fate I'm spurting late, bars in my machine I create You try to fight, it's cake, your neck and back I'll break Too much at stake to take, on tracks that's gettin' baked I'm gettin' baked in my studio, it's give and take I live makin' this music to wake the brain Sustain trainloads of game, never diluting the lane Remainin' true to the game, explainin I'm still the same Examine frames, you'll see the frame of mind that I contain Like Corporal Clegg, I'll go off, pop a fork in a leg or thigh Depending on how often but it's said that I'm high Not vegan nor vegetarian, I get the best of common Aryans Don't wear black sparingly, I scare 'em Dreader rock mics better, bet, catch the weather gettin' better Mailman letter hittin' me up for cheddar? donations Somehow, I rock the whole nation Like lines printed out, and y'all would need some co-llation I collect pounds of flesh, and that's a metaphor For astounding bro, you know the rest, I got hundreds left And right, unsighted and more that's to come See me kick my rhymes like an orphan son off in the sun In a basket on the Nile, or deep in a blue lagoon So you new buffoons, go gag on spoons June was comin' when I wrote this back in April, early Last year, now June's here, the kid's two years With them next to me, I'm blessed With destiny to wreck mic checkin's, it's just like ecstasy Jim, McMahon ain't seen shit like this since the Rams in 79 How I fight man to man I'll call you two can Sam, you'll probably eat 2 cans of spam Try to jam, you suck, you'll get canned I got the ruckus enough, just got to stick my plan I implement it, that's how the game could get the jewels ran You got a lane but it's a fool's plan While my fans convergin' in stands, just to see this new man Do what I gotta do man, I hit shots so far, I come through man I used to see Blue Man on Astor then Now it's a disaster anytime I punish suckers on mics Even ones made out of plastic Every spastic rapper nappin', you will end up in cat shit Black can rap out back, so you can catch it for free Then you'll see suckas down on they knees So if you know, these sloppy Joes could never get rid of me The epitome, weaklings sneakily tripped, so easily You see me freakin', I'm gettin' sleazy, breeze is hittin' trees 88 Bars so far, I brought stamina raw I jam miraculous like cats out in Fatima saw Down by law, so keep the fists from around the jaw Clowns get sawed with the verbs and nouns I draw
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