I had this young disciple//
He seen me as a brother idol//
I taught him to love the lyrical Bible//
But he turned against me to fuck with another rival//
So now the hugs is final, 'cause the slugz is vital//
To be more precise//
I taught advice//
I thought you liked and sought the light//
But now I'm forced to write and perform a tight rap on a cordless mic//
To cats that like to flaunt the ice, I'm comin' to take ya cheese like experiments to torture mice//
Now you gonna have to feel the swords and knife, 'cause
a loss of life is the best lesson to stress testin'//
Two of the best reppin' .La Familia. now y'all petrified//
Niggas that stay half-steppin' like they doin' the electric slide//
My text is wise, but most of y'all's retina's blind//
And i'm trying to rectify past beef with Blunt_MC 'cause newbies wanna see the vets demise//
So I exercise 'cause they gonna try to x-ya size//
They try to testify, but I punch their stomachs to mesh and bind their chest and spine//
I got the blade with rust//
Watch tha razor thrust//
To graze ya nuts 'cause I auditioned for a play and such to see if I could make tha cut//
Once the tightest brethren, now escaped from trust//
Now I have to kill ya and it hurts me more than a verse from y'all//
The first to draw//
Must have a thirst to fall//
'Cause first of all you started shit, and we was never on bad terms before//
Now you immersed in awe//
Did I take it to far?//
I cut off them loose strings like I played the guitar//
I'm not the cat that you wanna face in the dark//
I'm impatient and smart//
My mom, my parent, knew she was raisn' a star//
Like sunset a Pun vet//
In some text (teks), and I ain't even talkin' 'bout guns yet//
I told you not to go and step outta line//
Don't worry, Blunt these cowards are mine//
I'll rip out y'all's spines//
Bent outta shape like the Tower of Pisa//
I send flowers to greet ya spouse, just to please her//
Devour and eat ya//
Through powerful speakers I could school you again like scholars and teachers//
Backstabbers, now ya gonna get lead in ya back, like ya own body was playing follow tha leader//

Don't sleep on this joint... damn yo!

dope shit i just didnt like the way you formated ya verse made the flow kinda shaky but the content was pretty dope got ya point across

Keep uppin' this joint.

damn son, seems ya on fire, glow'n, shinin' like heaters.//
flowin' violent, representin' La Familia.//
I planned ta defeat ya, but can't which leads me.//
ta join' enig-->matic.//
we bringin' quality, others bringin head phone static.//
rappin' like crack addicts, with violent back spasms.//
fire gats backwards, hit tha sweet spot between the eyes.//
.. do I look dead nigga, nah I'm alive.//
survived suicide with no surprise like I'm the underworlds poster child.//
watch as I coast through rhymes, easier than runnin' trains on nymphos who sniff coke lines.//
when LaFamilia ener the room all hope dies.//
tha competition frantic try'n to memorize... pre-written shit.//
meanwhile we sit an' spit, freestyles like we was rhymin dick.//
tionarys, flip script like movie re-writes and sip on tripple shot bloody marys'.//

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uppin' this 4 sho... ~LaFamilia~

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