Are you ready for a a mouth full of hand grenades? Watch a brothers tongue With the grace of a blade over butter In the middle of a heat wave, peep
Got a in every part of the city I'm street made Did you really want to clash me? I'ma a picture sad to see Like a brother a rope in an apple tree
Did you really believe these couldn't achieve Filling my with the cheese and the broccoli? Watch you trippin' on some of that be killing off the ozone mention my clique Now she don't want to put her on
You better recognize who to idolize over Or catch a match to the Of the for the pay back 'Cause the S.W. play that I eliminate them till the moon fade
Never sentimental on an When it's complemental to the psycho Alpha, disco, quick to split your the max to the minimal
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Terminal condition when the mic is in To them from the solar plexus to the neck up Giving them a with the double concussion Propelling through my multiple combination
In 3D images split a wig a fool trip Never mind what your on, what you trippin' on? Is it or the rims on the Brougham Or the way my city get it gritty in your time
get mind blown, keep you ducking In the bushes the infrared roam up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly Rock the philosophy made for the rap
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Psycho, alphabetical, ministry
Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night Made him fold up when he up Droppin' heat to his dome Like a hot comb to his dome when he up
All adversaries look away the A to the K O M A C K Get to rippin' through the cable the wrath of a bullet Bet your corner catch a
parallel with the light speed laid back Like a knock kneed, eye to eye the enemy While the telepathy to achieve Blowing enemies to a realm in a breeze
I shall rip it till my cease spittin' game in the city streets And continue rippin' heads off of yours lack mack with the khakis creased
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