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Envy Ft. Country
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Tha Untouchables back for the first time wit that crazy shit
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Country: Yo Storm dawg show these mutherfuckers why we can't be touched
Reign Storm: Aight dawg, yo
:: Reign Storm ::
Reign Storm comin' from times ancient, never the fake shit
I still quote mad words from the rhyme sages
Spit some ill shit myself, trapped between the blue lines
Performed a few shows and bound for more in due time
Felt like the Microphone was a weapon
I kicked more ass with words than I did in Tekken
Writin' made me happy, though I wrote words of darkness
Start shit, knock you unconscious, and then I talked shit
Mad footwork, I had my future set
Unless of course, I caught the luger's breath
But that's the price I pay for livin' and constant sinnin'
Knowin' the shit I commit ain't forgiven
My life and times is a work in progress
That's nonsense, Shit son, the life you lead in monstrous
Gotta get yourself on track, that's what's up
Some say I ain't gonna make it, that's fucked up
Country: Haha yeah thats what I meant
Stratejus: Aye I know u got something ta say homey
Country: yeah let me fill these mutherfuckers in on Country, yo
:: Country ::
Country the silent-assasin, bring words wit violence-attached-in
I'm only dafiant-ta-whack-men, its Country the whole worlds been tryin-ta-smash-him
How are we not compliant-wit-rap-when, not even science-could-match-them
I've got an alliance-wit-black-pens, Tha Untouchables makin tha tightest-tracks-spin
Fuck it I'm swingin the lightest-bats-then, I'm taking your mic-bitch
Your fuckin lyrics wouldn't be tight-kid, if u put each word in a vice-grip
I've heard u dykes-spit, some aight-shit, but nothin compared ta my-scripts
Got you cats on a suicide-trip, your killin yourself talkin bout iced-wrists
Claimin how fucked up life-is, when most of u can't even legally buy-discs
Country had u mutherfuckers sized-quick, faster then the scottish rides-dick
Yeah I'll run u down in time-trick, but for now I'd rather smoke-weed
Go on another fuckin coke-spree, till I wake up in the hospital from nose-bleeds
Storm these bitches dont wanna know-me, I've got gravel in my hair I'm so-street
I'm not an O.G., I should be a cook as much as I love ta roast-beef
Sit back n watch Geneicide deep throat-C, then pistol whip em with his own-gun
Bitch u a gangster? so-what, the sperm of william wallace is all your ever gonna throw-up
Country: Fuck it dawg lets go cypher on em
Reign Storm: Aight, yo
:: Reign Storm ::
Kid got his chest blown, moms got hope-in-urgency
Cats like us expose ya organs like open-surgery
:: Country ::
My mouths a glock-kid, the slightest sound could cock-it
These fuckin nouns-is-rockets, spittin lyrics till the crowd-gets-nasious
:: Reign Storm ::
You want this war more-fair, then put a fuckin' mortar-there
It's mental warfare, got your fuckin' thought importer-scared
:: Country ::
Emcee's leavin tape recorders-bare, n just givin rap-up
If u bitches, was just Big Kountry, u still wouldn't be half-us
:: Reign Storm ::
Now our rhymes is too raw, shit this ill should be illegal
Get caught and drawn in by the talons of the desert eagle
:: Country ::
We're fuckin never-feeble, always comin hard-yo
Deliver so many sharp-blows, u'd think I have razors where my arms-go
:: Reign Storm ::
Obliteratin' those who hatin', our styles' repulsive
Shockin' cats with words, like our glands produced electric pulses
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