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Caps get peeled rolling in my field
a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill
So when you walkin' the block
You better watch who you
I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll you rock the units
y'all niggaz couldn't move me if you worked for starvin' students
Downin' all beer types, from St. Ide's to Red
(Yipes)

The menace stuffin' mics down windpipes
Has returned to burn, time y'all niggaz learn
I naturalize y'all niggaz like relaxer in a
With flows go against the grain with a story so compellin'
I should mind the people's
Snatch the mic from Llewellyn and host my own show
After Bill Cosby comes
Transmitting to all my black people
Catch my drift, I'm down my nigga E-Swift

My name is Tash, I'm from the group that you wanna fuck with
shy, sippin' on some why ask why
Smokin' with this bitch that's more fly than Jasmin Guy
up with John Q so let me do my thing
While niggaz rock the play that they bought from Chess King
But still, I train rhymes to like a seal
Niggaz say my rhyme skill on the steel is
But all I do is chill and swing it I bring it
Oh shit, that's my nigga, show niggaz how you figure

I bring it to your chest, pour all the way
And deliver ill verse to cause highs
When we start rappin', heads like Patton
With the flood blood clot the rhyme a lot
Yo, I'm like Grimace I'm on this rap scrimmage
And I got this magic, want to make your puny soul
The abstract delivers, I be the Queens on point
Mary ain't nuttin' but a joint

They called a up to add a little bit of flavor
Now I'm and slashin' like Luke's light saber
Yeah, what? You trapped in the
Where get seared and all spots blown
And in this rap a nigga need to be thicky
I fuck with the crew who the deuce, deuce Mickey's
I'm from the rotten apple, y'all niggaz grapple
And love to the Liks, hit your ass like a

Pow, my liquid-ass style
to Mad Lib and my nigga Wild Child

Yo, put in the E while I hit the whiskey
(Bust a off the head J)
The nigga missed me, I'm in this rap so I'ma aim to be best
It's fresh, but off the it's like the dunk contest
I walk the street, I roll my Jeep in an instant
I rock the beat to sleep an infant
The crew, comin' like this on you
that four minute Olde English piss on you

You're bustin' raps off the cap, oh shit
But I got the pen and pad locked like a pit
I let the, ink submerger, the thin wood sheets
make my head bop, so I'ma rock it for the streets
I fill all my with big butts and boom
I let my pants hand 'cuz my big nuts room
I'm not old school, or new school, I'm modern school, I'm
When my starts bitchin' I gets got like a kitchen

I fly like the Chi-town wind
'Cuz I got the iller noise to make the grin
When, the saints come in
I'ma right by 'em in the fly Lincoln
Roughneck niggaz wanna box me
'Cuz I got the lookin' like Foxy Brown
The bring the beer Tip sticks it in your ear holes
I drop the mic and strike the pose

Hardcore G, I get man
From the a fuckin' wonderman, bam
Lunatic potential, an differential
Confidentially smashin'
On this I bring raps of doom to the mic
And put my rear in flight, peep
If the funk don't wanna hump in your trunk
Man, you got motherfuckin' junk