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02-05-04, 03:02 PM | #1 | |
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state of emergency (feat: zodiac)
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I'm an average man- But still pack and grab ya man- Rack up and clap my hands- While drugs are being passed by grams- This song is gold- Ours new, your raps are old- State Of Emergency- Let it be told- Zodiac My vivid descriptions ignite voices with civil coalition forces- In the demis of scripted incision choices, live it with precision courses- Reenact the stunts of kamakaze bottle rockets, stock the eye sockets- Counter clock the blockage of massages, relapse the despised watches- On crotches, the time stoppage is the patients with medical stages- Federal nations with impossible, probable, non-stoppable, degrating agents- I use divination to tell the fable future of creatures who are non stable- And the turntable is awfully able to battle the Queen Of Heart's coffee table- In the stable of electric cables who bet that the raiders are set for death- Descriptive preaches with teachings descend from the past of rejects- My cycles rotate counter clockwise with psychos who stop the cries- Block off the sighs of power standpoints of views watching the implies- Revive the gravity of rap, relapse double impacts, troubled facts, survive calamity- Arrive with reality to bring demise to cavalry, despise your battery- Alive salary with cloned faces to dispair, droned spaces for repair- Of your multies, flow, ya show, just for chrome laces or a death stare- Ready to inhale inflictions, exhale precision rhymes, rate my rap surgery- With plates of clergy, and decisions dismantled for Nonfictions State of Emergency- Chorus I'm an average man- But still pack and grab ya man- Rack up and clap my hands- While drugs are being passed by grams- This song is gold- Ours new, your raps are old- State Of Emergency- Let it be told- Quick Liquid state of emergency just hurry me through---- casket goes down cause this bullet's burryin you---- scurry from who, yeah me, your worryin too---- blurry ya view, with cuts that'll gurnie ya crew---- bags that sag, and pack like a haky sack---- catz are wack, and lack what i surely have---- quick picks a pack of pumps to pump and pack pistolz---- and lyrics that cost about as much as swolen crytles---- go to camp, get amped, right now cause i'm the champ---- and the ideaz in my head are just as bright as a lamp---- forget the shit, that flips the bricks---- i look at this, as a state of emergency bitch---- lipz get kissed, with pioson licks---- drips are driped, while tricks are kicked and hit---- sirens go off, soft, cause my gunz got a flu and it just might caugh---- the cost, gets lost, three thirds cause i'm the boss---- clause, pause, cause the city points to moss---- me in the game now thats a serious problem---- i'll rob them, come up with a answer and solve em'---- when people see me they clutter and shout---- cause with this verse i'll turn the song inside out---- chorus I'm an average man- But still pack and grab ya man- Rack up and clap my hands- While drugs are being passed by grams- This song is gold- Ours new, your raps are old- State Of Emergency- Let it be told- this is a song with me and some one named zodiac our group is called non-fiction ~1~ |
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