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Vizzy!
Sez Batters, Freddy High, The Sound
L7

1: XV]
What is this? City?
pairin' with Vizzy
Sez the
the tops off, the fizz is lifting
Americans idol
Squarians getting
On point, who the is they kidding
Richie, no one, fibbing, leave them with no tongue
I this shit back to '01
They one now I'm on one
I'm ??? my souls done
Death come I'm 'gon rep it
My behind these bars, I'm cardiac arrested
Your can't elect it
So I brought the
So these fake niggas take the fall for murder
Niggas used to beef, now they just drive burgers
I guess great when you make what your IQ earned ya
Now they just an observer, sitting watching em' king us
come back and you stop hearing those laughs from hyenas
Said we the crown, and they never believed us
They were shooting it down but as as you see us we told you

up
Pretty girls you might wanna put your up
L7's you might wanna put hands up
They circle don't put it so the squares up
Tell 'em up
Niggas up
up
Tell 'em up
circle don't put it down so the squares up

[Verse 2: High]
From now on nigga, the game is down
next to blow
More square friends over the circles of fake friends
all fit in, I stand out, because I ain't them
My pan out
I just wanna say I let 'em
L7 coming up, I love to see repping though
That love life but gotta live it every second though
Still kill tracks and I never like stretching
We next to blow and always going long enough to let 'em
niggas still biting my style with no fundamentals
Last year I was tryna find words to instrumentals
Sez told me finish y'all continental
And now my team is on top and monumental
Yea, status, now welcome to my venue
Insight to my mind to y'all what I'm into
I can't relate to you niggas, that what I'm kin to
And other a bad bitch tell me what I've been through
So up

[Verse 3: Sez
Bars hot, take'em
This is lyrically in a cell
Boy I'm 'bout my paper, man I'm my mail
Got showboats floating, thinking that they can sail
Leaving bones, I cross zones
No matter, me Batters
Zoning in my box you won't the line that run across homes
Hit 'em with combinations don't play it
But still when hitting you feel a touch of base
This is not The Carter is Sparta
We playing around the world, you playing horse, go grab water
No bullshit, don't no goggles
See I spit by the
Open to the roof, hangover sure to follow
pounding like a hash tag
Bars over bullshit, they desert them like
So through I'm providing hearses and gas masks
Won't let 'em breathe they flow will need some gas
My circle so tell 'em