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Two Crows Equal One Cold Hearted Nigga (DONT SLEEP)
Verse 1
I'm the one with fatal lyrical attacks// I spit sick shit as if I were the virus anthrax// poisinin niggas with the right lyrical tactics// eliminatin the herbs like killin two birds with one brick// I make niggas albums flop like they were Vanilla Ice// cuz I'm as legendary as the book entitled "Men and Mice"// Domination, so take your ass on a hike// like Bad Boys "It's da niggas" blazin dis mic// contemplating, hallucinating everything in your mind// it's time, for your mutha fuckin ass to unwind// consinplaters all you need to do is back the fuck up// disspys me? I will be the one to clap your ass up// two crows equal one cold hearted nigga// with a bad temper and wont hesitate to pull the trigga// seein niggas die due to their fucked up imperfections// no illustrations with the rhymes that you sit there sketchin// Hook Two crows equal one cold hearted nigga// who has a bad temper and doesnt wait to pull the trigga// it's gonna be a nightmare if you don't bigga// bigga in your pride cuz this shit will get ya// {Repeat} Verse 2 I irritate niggas like I was a splinter in their ass// they get on my hit list of niggas who can't reach my class// it's common sense, not to fuck with me// fuckin with me is 15 holes into thee// Yea dat's right Lyrical Arsonist da head of the nation// leavin gruesome scenes like JFK's assassination// spittin hot hits, as if I breathe FIRE// stayin on top until I RETIRE// try not to cuss but yo I bust, bust, bust// leavin you dead in the brain like Medusa that's a must// I sat here writin with a pen not a pencil// used two different inks just to make this essential// gettin warmed up, I feel the volts in my viens// the lyrics on my tongue causin you to go insane// to spit somethin hot I dont even need 16 lines// it's time, for me to entitle the phrase, "Respect is mine"// Hook Two crows equal one cold hearted nigga// who has a bad temper and doesnt wait to pull the trigga// it's gonna be a nightmare if you don't bigga// bigga in your pride cuz this shit will get ya// {Repeat} Verse 3 Now Withersman, don't take shit// I'd fuck you up as if you were a mutha fuckin clit// BMX niggas are fearless but love to lose life// more causualties than the second part of the World Strife// bleedin for no reason, drippin from the tip of my tongue// are lyrics of fire, napalm is my saliva you better run// my vendetta is toward all those who disspied me// the men who've heard me in audio know my skills are highly// ill, no need to spill// all my real shit cuz for that you gonna need skillz// I'm gonna be here forever my man yes I'm for rella// to finish this off I'm gonna go accapella// Beat goes off chokin the mic, suffocatin this thing in my hand// man it's too late I bombed the lyrics like what we did to Afgahnistan// spittin so much it causes your eyes to explode in pain// I spit fire which is hotter than your so called "Acid Rain"// |
yo that was ilness i loved it dawg drop more
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^^^^^^oh oh fam illness fosure,,, u showed deese niggas up .......try not to cuss but yo I bust, bust, bust//
leavin you dead in the brain like Medusa that's a must// I sat here writin with a pen not a pencil// used two different inks just to make this essential// ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^illness brother keep dis shit up,,,,,, dats ma boy right dare |
uppin
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That was a tight drop but ...If I had to give you one piece ofa advice it would be to work on your multi's....Make them more creative....Keep elevatin
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dis is hott man big upps
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Hot hot shit here withersman..you the man once again
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come on yall uppin my piece stop sleepin on everything.
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