New Jack
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anyone want beef wit me or my crew?
IP:
Kid, my rhymes bust niggaz head like the wardens at Riker's Island
I'm whylin, a ninja on the track when I bring my shaolin style in
mind evolution, is the tip I'm on, record revolutions, I'm Jack-the-Ripper gettin em dead wrong
stalkin' like a zombie through the landscape like fright night
jec, n ladydef, you worked ya voodos jus right, provoked Killa Kizza to arise from his gravesite
sendin ya boy on the true rampage mission
sippin, the E n J got my mind flippin, grippin throats, jugulars I be rippin'
gargle blood in my throat, leave no evidence the scene is Murder she wrote
that you can quote, cause tryin' to disturb Kizza could get you hung like a coat
Word on da street iz you only as good as the last nigga you killed
But I ain't have to do it, ya'll be E-tarded poppin' pills in ya grills for cheap thrills
Da only trees I cut down on streets, dat sticky green, split blunts on my platinum fronts, roll em thick, meaty n mean
'cuz on the streets you have to keep ya wits about youse, cuz niggaz will erase you, without a chance to choose
I pour a lil liquor for friends in past, never wanted to lose
seem like ruse hatched by god to remove me from my crew
Now I envision it from a different angle, I been saved from gettin my wig mangled
Put in a different place, icein ma's wrists wit platinum bangles
These boardz sketchy like stan, lynch mo b-boyz than the KKK clan
Racist fucks, I ain't done nuttin but work for your race
your government don't do nothin but work on keepin niggaz like me in my place
Faded on ya'll jakes, changed my address and my Hasty graces
stayin' away, baste you chickens with my hydroponic glazes
You couldn't last in my races, go chase real criminals, catch some real cases
Yo dis next part specifically fo a nigga called Legacy, if you real, you gon come wit somethin nigga.....
my impregnable rhymes in permanent stasis because they timeless
Invertebrate slime,after this, all heads will see you're spineless
my flashy superhuman flows, pop like bulbs to give you blindness
Ya girl left for the same reason I'm endin this battle, dog, you straight dimeless
mindless, is how you write your scripts, your line will go flat after I cold stab you with my 'ice' picks
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