ayo i been puttin up cyphers
since the age of diapers
watchin wives get beat
while there husbands rockin wife beaters
u can feel if from ur hands to ya sneakers
ayo i been puttin up cyphers
since the age of diapers
watchin wives get beat
while there husbands rockin wife beaters
u can feel if from ur hands to ya sneakers
moonlight's dim , so 2nite im kickin the world's ass again
plus my style's dialed in , so fast - im past circles , b4 they even begin
isn't that odd after this rapper dissappears - a little later he comes back again
yea , i just gotta wait for my girl to give me the clear then all of sudden im here
so ya better get ready to bend over , cos i got the heads' up
im flippin behinds , for being behind mine - affirmative...theres no guess what
you probably think ya better than me.... some kind of smart ass
lassie couldnt find ya body if you got shot at
flossin a thirty year old bracelet that you bringin your pops back
i got maggots that come outta my raw raps
shorty show up in the see through dress...diamonds sewed in the thong strap
pussy skin tight as the suits on star trek
she covered in glitter
mixed the sticky haze wit the super silver
have you floatin outside like russians at space centers
crush up ya face nigga
crazier than gnarles shadier than my balls
shoot you to the ceiling...come back wit the spatula from the kitchen...
and scrape you off of the wall
man i'm a cutthroat bomber
you a baby face nigga..whipped by his baby's mama
same chick blowin on the flute like a snake charmer
royal like stephen king when i make horror
ya pussy like ya mother probably argue wit your father
you're on a wack station that got no callers
thirty niggas on ya block zero ballers
put bones on ya car... like horns on impalas
skeleton scattered over a kilometer
niggas dont wanna keep goin on wit this just to get conquered
rip up ya wig... zip up ya lip...
fuckin wit my razor...like using ya face to fish for piranahs
females is materialistic so when i get to the holla
i be like yo i got enough dough to walk in the store and start rippin up prada
and just flip up the counter
stay hood its the felons way
lightin up often, pipe wit a socket make ya gelatin sway
even in prison i'd have enough bread to feed the birds at pelican's bay
haze watermelon n grape
diamond album bout to sell all the way
when you hear them skidding tires you know i got away
my niggas got dat yah
for snowflakes you could show up on a sleigh
cops cuff me i dont ever cooperate
smokin a blunt five minutes after the judge drop the case
this drop is disgusting
i drink till my stomach all in a bucket
my burner behind my buckle ill pull it out and buck it
ya head ill brush it off till its busted
ya fam cant come up wit the funeral budget
so they put you in the backyard barely covered
grocery baggers know what i use to smother
come on how you catch a cold in the summer?
im someone motherfucker
in the lowrizzy bouncing like a tumbler
import smuggler... drill out ya juggula
i suppose you could say i was eager, but i just want to make coins
my cheques so heavy i can bounce them from here to detroit
but on the real though i got 2 names in this game
one of them being 3pac the other one called 'the king'
people try to walk in my shoes but they feet to small
most people sized eleven im sized ' these dont fit you no more'
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I spit out death
like i ate piece of da reaper
i can have you runin
to ya preacher
my guns can blow out lungs
like tires or speakers
keep thinkin you hot
til I make ya temp drop in da freezer
ya boy been a leader
but you still followin
thats why you and ya bitch swallowin
she suckin my dick
and you stuck on the barrel tip
i got niggas scared of me
like they was flyin with a terrorist
when i popped i was 15
i been on top ever since
all my bitches are hot
like I copped some of the devils chicks
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
dam lets lil it
got skill as my flow bust owta ma brain,
got rufless agression wif ma 9mm i not perfect aim,
spit owt da name and c if im around,
if i hea u dissin me ill shoot ya ass down no mata if dr a crowd,
mane fuk window shoppin everything i got custom,
dimond jewels cars fuk i even got my own brand of mustard,
dat wat u get wen u highly respected in dis kingdom.
bitches and anything u want fuk ur best bitches alredy dr u aint gta ring em,
livin from a throne gota crown on my head,
fukn move ova 2 pac and all u oda niga im da hip hop king insted
my battle record 0 for 0
cuz i don't really battle
catchin niggas quick, staying strapped like a saddle
aint here to prove nunthin by showing my weight
niggas move fast with they lips, then disapate
cuz i know i do it for myself, n nobody else
im jus here to home my skills, then i'll come back to fuckin battle
then count my kills!
i remember where i was last time
as i enter a place not known for past lines
a disgrace , i aint one to tempt fate - but maybe i will
lazy in skill , but the potential to be a part of the real
not separate but together
im hard headed , though the scars you see - mar leather
i lay out enemys and then spark-stretchers//
burnin flesh observe the best, me show heart.. never//
im blessin-better-rhymes..
while opponents spit n' look like kevin-fedderline//
i mark my name, with seven-letters-signed//
hittin up the preist with confession-lectures-like..
"im takin lives" n' my last session-severd-9//
im a ghost, my complection shows no reflection to ever sight//
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... owning you
when it comes to beef
its really hard to let go
I started stealin souls from niggas
like a spirit clep-to
in pieces you rest
for thinkin you fresh to death
you can be dead on ya step
with one in ya head or ya chest
disrespect can give you more than a hole in ya neck
my guns a cannibal
the way it be eatin ya flesh
I used to sell drugs
and buss shells n slugs
now i spit flows
stealin souls from thugs
Quick lay a "Free" like "AJ" to practice my flow...
How many licks to her spot... The world may never know...
Violent tendencies towards enemys,
.......gun powder may darken my complection...
While their skin turns whiter, due to the projectiles hurled in their direction...
Fire! Oh! Fire! Let it burn, let it burn...
The heat from the passion of the blastin's what i yurn...
Free like its supposed to be, my free, let it roam...
Missdirected lines shine brighter than your own...
This had no purpose just a diahreah of the brain...
I've seen your raps in the cyphers, so i know ya'll cats do the same...
"9 to 5 is how you survive//
Im not tryna survive...
I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it alive//"
money ain't a problem for me, i'm got rolls with dough
and i pass it around faster than a game of hot potato
because i keep the paper running back to me like Tiki Barber
ya'll all gettin son'd by me .. i'm the Rap Godfather
you pullin off a miracle is unlikely .. you're not D. Wade
and i'm Magic with the pen, so let's just hope i don't catch AIDS
a freestyle for the babies , grown up now so pay me
zone out a while , still tone never shady
sound clear , no more static in passages
i gotta be more vocal in my stories not gaspin it
then i'll get to strike the chord , a level never to be matched by force
gentle , when wiping away shakey marks left by the pencil
the art of war is suspenseful , when suspendin paint not meant to be vengeful
hangin loosely , gangbangin the holes of looseleaf
all just ta' ask , cant the damage infuse speech
cleanse it , dirty sights no longer deem my lenses
till all 2 senses become authentic , came first than the other three
the ability to be , is worth much more than abilities left to cease
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