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knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin' off by P.M.
Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty two
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
of the Ring p.307 (J.R.R. Tolkien)
Mighty pillars hewn of stone
Black and polished like glass for an age plundered by foes
In the great realm
ain't givin' out leg shots
If you're tough, better back what you're sayin'
We do walk-ups or we drive by sprayin'
He got bored up, ten wounds what I
with an 808 kick
And now you know it, I'm a poet, and I'm harder than a brick
I makin' over 3 G's a day, and you say
That Mad's cuttin' like a blade
buckwild
Shootin niggas up like it's goin out of style
So rusty ?? sharpen up your blades
Load up the clip, take a sip, what's the flav
I roll
come out the car
Coming like Niko Bellic
Dickhead
I phone up like we want a pizza
A flip blade or a sweetener heater
To touch more skin than Mia
Oh my
Now I'm so fly
Fuck what they think
They don't know I
I'm no guy
To be approached by
No Piss taking
Little toe rag
With a blade thinking
Reach back and swing, let his blood cover me
I like the feeling of stiletto blade going deep
Went and bought an A.P, I know time ain't cheap
I heard
ya typical procedure
It tubbs and brother buff
We in the cut smoking tuff
Barely blunt what else u want
Its blade gang bitch
I've said enough
But
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
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Yo see them dark shadows by the fire escape?
Crowbars in the hands, chainsaws and blades
Sharp fangs like Blade, daywalkers nightwatch
Not one
There appear to be oceans and range of mountains upon our sister world (Uh)
(P.O.P.E, P.O.P.E)
13th Angel
This is only a hallucination
Quick temper
need waps when I go on a glide
I on the oops with a stainless blade (he’s gone)
I could’ve scored me a hat trick but i just scored me a fucking brace (on
Fresh new fade
Got me lookin like a lick
Fresh new fade
Fresh p.O.T.$possee fit
Fresh new fade
Who thoink gettin hit
Fresh batch of gas
Already know
The Seraphim Factory, built from the ashes of the Angel Industries
Driven by hate, fear, and rage with it's steeple piercing the heavens
Called
slide
Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got
by any means
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets
But I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just
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
brake)
Posted in the woods ( woods,woods)
Chillin by a lake ( by a lake)
I don’t Associate ( associate)
Myself with ones that’s fake (with the fake)
This
get rough
Akon
The tough stay tough
Styles P
Up front
Let's go
Konvict
We in too deep to turn back now, D
Sure is
Watch yourself
rockin' DP MC)
So clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction I'm a twist of fate
See me
by ak minimum wage ain't waiting on payday done him up bait should raced like tay k body went number 1 bought new guns bored M* on the same day tryna
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