Oh yeah this is baby back up in that motherfucking ass One time for your mother fucking we represent the 313 You know what I'm cause they don't know shit about this For the 9 6
1: Ayo my pen and paper a chain reaction To get brain relaxin cause they be actin maniac in action A brainiac in fact son you mainly lack You looking whack with just a fraction of my tracks spun My rhyming got you climbing hills I travel through your mind you spine like siren drills I'm sliming grills of roaches, sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till spinal column disconnects We disinfect check the monologue, turn your system up Twist up, and indulge in the marijuana smoke is the season for noise pollution contamination Examination of more cartoons than My of narration Hit's a snare and of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no to be stare and gazing I turn the stage a barren wasteland... I'm
You heard of hell I was sent from it I to it's surface and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to from it But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm
2: Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite I got some to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse I greet ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil My coiled hands around microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases My will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, With entity, dementedly to be Infinite
You heard of hell I was sent from it I went to surface and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it... I'm
3: Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I clever ever since My residence was to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm assuming all Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to MC's Mic messaler, like a wrestler Here to a mess of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My skill is I get cynical at a fool then I send a crew to school I never packed a or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, for your fancy In fact I see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a fan of This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last jam the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, cause once you make an hit I'm tense to be tempted when I see the my friends commit... I'm
You of hell well I was sent from it I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments Now I'm to repent from it But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm You heard of hell well I was from it I went to surface and sentenced for murdering instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make another at it... I'm