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<<Brainstorm>> Round 1...
Round 1...
Niggaz shook bu the words that i spit they cant eat// Got saliva tricklin down dere throat like caramel candy// And these katz cant rhyme so they basically dead beat// Like niggaz wit no trojan on V-day dere "dead meat"// Diamond-out to the core call me the Iceman George Gervin// Spit rotton words to ya tee so you gunna need laudry detergent// You got no stomach I can see it and itz disturbin// If you got a taste of beef you'd start bleedin' like a virgin// Lemme slow down for yall niggaz so i dun cause confusion// Rhymes split to ya dome keep you on lock on sum spiritual prosecution// I toke haze bit it aint for pussies cuz it can cause delusion// Read between the lines and they'll rape you just call it lyrical prostitution// Dont even know what havin moneyz like you been broke since birth// Only time you had change is when you steal donations from ya church// Straight out the preachers purse// Since when do niggaz steal from god dawg where ya mind at// Prolly where ya spine at, left behind on the wine rack// Nigga i dont need weapons like a pump, nine, or gat// Use ma mouth to rip katz, you use yours for sum dimes on the side man// Nigga spot me from afar listenin' to me spittin complexual bars// Ma whip blaze two colors so your witnessin' a bisexual car// Aint noone gotta stress to me that im pushin it hard// Cuz all yall fake ass niggaz "pushin" up is a bra// No way to prove yaself to the game like a bitch in bar// Ya shit is weak so ya skin slide off ya bones like chicken in broth// |
nigga that was hard.....
wass been happenin' since you left RA hit me back kidd one |
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