Last Death
Leave you wide eyed at my lay regime
crown me king / gettin this evasive cream The power in y mind will reduce you to ashes I'm dancin like Michael Jackson so im gettin this cabbage Within these flows illness was built by cortizone Nothin but horse power while I'm pushin these blows I knew I had mistique when my mouth could pick In the streets still blazin wit these twisted kicks You cant win dealin those uppercuts on the canvas Cuz bullets goin spray straight to you on ya planet A knife to ya neck gives you a cold death Penetrating ya chest you leading to ya last breath Take you to the lord / wit many flying missles Pushin back ya torso / as the bomb ripples I'm forcin you to degrade down to dust Black being writing hot raps with an african touch |
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