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Originally Posted by AllanHouston20
my dude pun...
Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you
That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
in the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you
My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you
That's how a master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label
I'm snatchin' his halo
God I pray that you send my father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable
BIG PUN x BLACK THOUGHT - SUPER LYRICAL
extra smooth delivery...
All alone in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves
!!%*#% that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence
cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with coldness
Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from oldness
AZ x NAS - BORN ALONE DIE ALONE
RIP
"FAST MONEY"
I got the sweetest heist, million in cash, another 3 in ice
Who can I trust? Cuban 'll bust plus ?good thief the night?
Here's the plan (plan), we nab the man, bring a camcorder
Grab his fam, and run the train on his granddaughter
Nah chill, that's too ill, for real I'd rather kill somethin
Here's the deal, we shatter his grill, and drill "stuck" him
Oral torture, no doubt, the s@#$ is holocaust
In two minutes tops he's guaranteed to cap and give up all the morsels
It's settled, get up, put on your metal, foot on the pedal
We got a half hour before the plan sours like Amaretto
Far from the ghetto, a rebel of chance, the devil in pants
Out for the fast cash, level advance
Takin a chance, I've only got one my hundred shot
tommy shotguns my judge jury and Johnny Cochran
YA'LL GOTTA LISTEN TO DA WHOLE JAWN THO........
twins deep cover
over Dr. dre and snoops deep cover beat...
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready; meet me at Beatles'
with Noodles, we'll do this dude while he's slurpin spaghetti
Everybody kiss the f!@#$% floor, Joey Crack, buck em all
If they move, Noodles shoot that @#$%^&* *!@*$
Dead in the middle of Little Italy, little did we know
every riddle to middleman who didn't do diddily
"20 SHOT GLOCK W/ DA COP ILLAS FILLED UP TO DA TOP"
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