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†•The Council Nigga •†
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IP:
You gonna shoot ya nine over?, stinkin rhyme oder...true soldier?
Fuck a bullet, im'a grab ya heart, an pull'it out through ya shoulder
Sending this kid “rock bottom” even thought he missed-off-the-N
Writing no “solid” punches all “liquid” like I pissed-on-his-pen
Im'a diss wit a temper , spit to the bitch in you, an offend'her
Cause ya fuckin flow is cold an week, like pissin in december
Dont attempt'it hectic, tryin to be my sik flow's antiseptic
An u said'it....its your spot-light? fuck'it i'll make u epeleptic
Laughing as i notice my punches are like a chain they all connected
Sat screaming forget your “album” cause im the real “un-expected” |