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†•The Council Nigga •†
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IP:
There We Go
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Closest you came to being a ‘rapper’ was visiting the Cadbury~factory ..
Sadly~its~a~fact~to~me, my rhymes go straight to your head so they a hat~to~me ..
I ‘bounce your thoughts’ like I was hummin with ‘rhythmical~telekinesis’ ..
Mystical~masterpieces, with wizardly wisdom to ‘cross’ like the biblical~’Jesus’..
I split your mind with wood and dice just to play-board-games ..
Got you ‘clappin’ under my ‘spit’ that’s how you applaud-my-‘reign’..
That shits weaker than the script of jeepers creepers, like “adidas sneakers”..
There’ll be “three strips” on ya “back” like im spittin thru “orthopedic speakers”..
Your beyond decked when i wrap u in "Blood" n send-u-to-"Crips"..
"Ducktape this snakes mouth"...how u gunna eva "spit ven-um-miss"?..
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The Council
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