Lyrics:
Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun
Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing
We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison
Ilohem, fuck
and stop acting
You ain't the main attraction
You're just attracting the plastic black sack
For you to get wrapped in
Anytime I get on the track and attack
bead and cornerite on every seam and angle
Now the bedroom is done but we're far from over
Yeah it was on to the kitchen and the bathrooms
we emergin, a pen in the shape of shadows; hit me and I disperse
And attack you from every angle. I'm not a general, I'm three strikes like shell toe
the air
with both my middle fingers up
or talk about myself in third person
like I'm better than you
cuz there's nothing else better to do
I could attack
Like I'm better than you
'Cause there's nothing else better to do
I could attack your character from
Eighty different angles
Cleverly explaining
the feast a high beam
Ghost of a drug fiend
I'm physical dreams
I breathe steam
Thoughts are plutonic
The chronic scripture
angles and riptures
I get
werewolf in London around the UK
Will the wolf power eat shit and all the air waves?
I'm angle style be form the hardest leaving his lexis in his Lexus
werewolf in London around the UK
Will the wolf power eat shit and all the air waves?
I'm angle style be form the hardest leaving his lexis in his Lexus
to release my malice
And develop my inner peace in a place so callous
Maybe I'll go to Angle or other Gold Coast
And blow smoke with the old folks cause
angles, if dere was a circle
Yeah! -- play, boy, but I know my swivin' hurt you.
I take you for a joke, so you get laffed at (haha)
Yer a basic MC,
Inside of this rap visual, liquid dye
Focus, clistion unlike baptism
I bless souls through the worldz second religion
From the left With angles to enlarge
the God branded on ya dome
With the microphone
That's multiple like a lifesaver
Coming from all angles that hit ya pressure points
And ya joints like
to steal or (play defense)
attack built on guile (or pretense)
Hit and run, move em over (makes no sense)
Jack it over the fence
The All or Nothings: 3 true
with a hand-grip shottie
My creepy wisdom mixed with leaky ism splits em
And attacks the rhythm like an exorcism
Blood leaks out my ink pen, I start
of information
My mind starts racin'
I'm in the lot dancin' with the hard-headed
I start to attack on every track when I react
Dancehall style, ain't nothin'
and crash a plane
I just want to kill again
Maybe I'll attack the train
Maybe I'll just kill the dame
Taking drugs call me Peter Pan aye yah
Peter Pan ay yah
Remembering all of those cats fade to black its just a staple
Body ready to attack know how to act and come with the angles
Bank roll was never rolled up its
was fightin flash
I flurry an avalanche, a blindin speed attack
You won't even see the punches till they comin back
Lead, counter, lead, I mix it up
and scream
Hush My darling it will be over soon, Call me Mr. Sandman a deadly monsoon
My Master needs all these souls to devour
Between Me and the angle will
angles
Step to the plate like mickey mantle rocket boy the shit get handled
They call me crack cuz i can rock a beat not alot can
Rock with me i rock
right moment to attack
Am I the only madman around
Crying like a dying angle on the ground
Cross my heart and hope to dry
But my burnt out wings sure
call em Legos, make em stack
I been playing defense way too long, I'm going on attack
Listen
Hop in the whip and I skrt off, yea I cause commotion
the type of Sikk
See how my soul is seeping deeply into angel pits
I come divine
I put my babies on your angels lips
Her every angle was acute except them
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