Spittin It Raw
 

Ayo’ thug spectrum/
Check the momentum/
As I advance, 10and a half timberlands in yur rectum/
Your solitude and agony/
Becomes a frequent mentality/
Interscope, pasifik koast rivalries/
I’m always on da streets dippin’/
Wit my blood pump pimpin’/
Fist stiffened ready to fire on foes trippin/
Or any script competition/
Only da’ strong survive/
Less or otherwise/
Gets yu after life/
In a sector of illuminated light/
It’s war vs. serenity/
Lyrically get in dat ass and take yur virginity/
Wit out gay tendancies/
We life long enemies/
Like Oswalds and Kennedy’s/
Heart rasin in yur chest as I pump da shotty/
Crossfire hitten innocent bodies/
Imam true menace to society/
As I soar, like condor/
Over yur hood and roar/
Crushin’ yur horizon/
My niggaz stay triflen/
On da block hutslen/
Gang bangin and rushin/
Get the picture/
Its an ultimate plan to get to the richer/
I’m always lit/
Clenchin my fist/
Twistin my hips swingin at the fortunate fro day shit/
Spittin at my circumfrance a magnitude of karma and radii/
Of devilish eyes/
Infinite pride/
Jumpin off ship but neva loosin my stride/
Quick as a gun klap/
Los Angeles mack/
Attacks, wit ultimate force/
Separate yur heart from yur chest like a organs divorce/
Devoted, to unloadin, klips at yur early retirement/
So theres neva a hata surviving in my environment/
Combustion chambaz/
Filled wit hataz vapaz/
Is the outcome of rashes/
Leavin soul caliber gashes/
And sonic boom dashes/
Surrounded by surround sound/
Eat mc’s and receive mad pounds/
Protraktin level altitude witta pinch of bass killin substance/
Feos dormant but expektin volkanik eruptions/
So yah feel da treble as im rushin/
Walkin round as a phantom/
Bustin my cannons/
Into mikroskopec atoms/
For thugz at war/
Who pause… look up and roar/
And kan posess the krown in a v-12 skeptikal jag tour/
Obseen obsessions/
So I squeeze out aggression/
Thru deadly weapons/
Wit no further questions/
Atomic clocks tickin/
The explosion is a reward for da wicked/
So no talking/
Keep walkin/
Before I start rocken/
Glock poppin/ and stoppin/
Yur vital signs so yur forgotten/

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