ima stackin goon
at platoon
attackin soon
i rap and zoom
and shoot off
wen ur lackin boom
im the TNT
puttin nose to the grindstone
like the CMT
Im bout to lash out like DMV
look at me with envy
cash, gats, and raps
i got plenty
heaven sent me
my mind strong man
its really hard to tempt me
or pore ...

i kill MC's
wit my lyrical trilogies
my soliloquy's
got the power of killa-bees
i dont rap for me
i got a skill-to-please
that blue and purple hills cant heed
fuck it if u dont trust it
shots like a musket
make you bleed buckets
touch it and im about to busta
4 or a .38
makin stacks on a dirty ...

im demented u kno i meant it
wen i drown u in the trenches
id like to mention
about how im gonna cut the tension
make a rope and hang u wit suspension
i wrote a lesson
spit it like a smith n westen
like the ten crack commandments
wit morals and values
even Siddhartha could vow to
the game and plow ...

complexity got the fire sittin next to me
so ill pick up the flame, n make my own recipe
i spit verbal extacy, burn whoever next to me
be damned if i let the rookie TC get the best of me
he can try to battle me wit some decency
MC's cant no one gets as deep as me
i hit frequencies that are deeper ...

forget the messiah i want the rookie dude
ill break him apart like cookies do
cuz he thinks i dont spit
and he likes the MOB acronym
the motto i fallow has got me goin afta him
kid spittin at me u betta take a bigger breath
ill take you out with a bullet longer then a cigarette
and im taken bets
for ...

im spittin like my dick on "daTruth"
bomb the booth, Saddam the troops
that could tackle me
practically shackle me
thats why my dick in her mouth like a hook
its why i brought me tackle b
im a pisces and i spit my fishes actively
and thats why this bitches whole family afta me

this dudes really got a death wish
on Bush's dick.. dick.. dick..
cuz thats the nigga the blew up
that shit... shit... shit...
and now we stole the oil and killed a million
so the gas $$ drops quick... quick.. quick
so he'll probly hop off
but he'll still lick... lick.. lick

i got u brotha man.....

i dont kno about that pic
and i donno about the corn rows
i really dont like to spit
at dudes that were born hoes
ma form grows
and i cant stop it
so ill just sit back and send a rocket


u ma nigga

dont worry bout me kid
i put my L in the sky
i dont think this dude knows
pellet gun bullets dont fly
he aint dope as me
cuz i spit like a cobra
wit a black mamba potency
u get blinded wen i spit
the bars openly
and u know its me
i got the known gene of floetry

n profit u shot bitch

man i got goose-bumps n shit.....i can relate too yo my grandma died on
Dec 4, 2004 .... she was the only grandparent i was close to though
neways good shit man

good looks on the feedbak

good shit yo... keep dropin






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