Lyrics:
done
You got the first chip and now you got this joint
Small Forward, Power Forward and now the Point
You played everything up to this point
Over 34 K
with them sweet sixteens
And I don't give a fuck about who's old or young
From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone
Test big Ellie, come
room for everyone
Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung
Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one?
I ain't gang banging, that ain't
takin'
Cause you know it's no time for shakin
Get what you gonna get, front and center
or get five years for breakin and enter
Move quickly, but no
and then I climbed in
Once inside, I start takin
Cause you know it's no time for shakin
Get what you gonna get, front and center
or get five years for
Intro:
(We interrupt this program.
This is a national Emergency.
At this time all residents should seek a fallout shelter.
This is not a test
freely like bullets through shootouts
I be the real supernatural, so check it out
I was concieved in the center of an inferno
The ninth month I slipped out
tin snips
Ink test all I see is cannons and some wing tips
Pilot pen in pocket I'm writing in ink jets
Around here we don't like talk of big dreams
it's murderous spittin' fire those pyros crave
Makin' joints from the gutter, the grittiest rhyme
Sorry if you think I'm rude I get too shitty at times
let me explain
Abstract are you fresh?
ain't nobody fresher
but it's hard to get around w/out some clown tryin' to test ya
Acey are you dope?
dopest in
let me explain
Abstract are you fresh?
ain't nobody fresher
but it's hard to get around w/out some clown tryin' to test ya
Acey are you dope?
dopest in
test me nigga
Kurosaki on a Kawasaki with Zangetsu nigga
I'm in stealth mode bitter
Center of attention
Want the world to see me flex like a gorgeous ass
in the paint like a brick
Beat my chest you hear that joint in London
Check the vein real nigga blood pumping
Kleo in the bass that shit thumping
Is
Yo, check your mic, let's test these levels
Check, check, check, check
Okay, word, we got the sound
Let me know when the break's coming in
Nah,
Reachin' and you getting sprayed on like a fake tan
I'm from the center of a wasteland
All this drug money be having them actin' funny when you shake hands
blunts, rolling glowing joints, wrapping papers, marijuana treatments, giants elves
Flashing, big bulbous boobies, bearing bright red nose, horny no doubt,
at the same time
It's a test that I pass, so I'm dying like the rest
Hit the gas [?]
But on the finish line what I call home
Sitting all alone
I'm not a video
the mission
While some lay it down I carry the sound with me
I might play the ground and study who's down with me
In order for this joint right here to sound
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