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[A La
from the fucking dungeon raps

[Verse 1: A La
From the era of the boom
Spiggity splat man, I'm sick the raps
Move caps and naps I rip the rhythm fast
Killing the mass, Crooklyn, the clan
Your green shorter grass, my nigga, just relax
Before we emcees run, I don't play guns
But I spit straight bullets I ate some
Who gone shake 'em, none of y'all can 'em
Never been defeated, better time to a leg, son
You know the Gawd stay pipe broads and write
I rappers fall easy on the mic brawl
I life hard, better check if your mind is right
the trife, no brother can step inside my sight
I leave lights out, no Edison, I'm better than
I set it in, I shift then cause a weatherin'
Fuck your man, we just out for dead presidents
Rush more to my wallet, then light the clematis
The specialist, you thirsty need a beverage
I'll bend chick back and clap, then I'm off of that
You niggas need to that awful rap
I'm all for rap, but its sad what emcees have to rap
Get off and spazz, attack whoever trash
I'll straight thrash any nigga who try to
You peep the mask, we coming out for all the
back back
Give me that, me that, take this, fuck that

[Hook x2: Bada$$]
Sometimes niggas ride with ya, sometimes the
side just come alive in em
And hard to decide when you trynna survive
In a, world of lies, fake guys, and snakes in the sky

[Verse 2: Joey
I take walks in the back of my
Came across all of faults in mankinds
Some is vampires and bloodsuckers
em for blood brothers
Til they do the to get in where he fit in
I peep shit that's mad
Had the writtens, cool, calm, collect I had the Ritalin
Only getting popped is, mami who topless
Five finger shoplift, when I drop this
Over the
Only place you be is where yo metro
Nigga, it, I'm in the cockpit, with the pilot
I pile it, stylin' Impalas
God emcees Rikers Islands
your eyelids, wide open, cause how I live
Niggas ain't got for breaks, big mistake
While you sleep, we'll your plate, leave it scraped
coast, you know! But you can't relate
It's the anthem, get your hands up
Split wigs like cancers, attack then switch stanzas
Fuck a chick's standards, no before my grammar
Got the on lock, but can't get handcuffed
Get your Jordans scuffed, trying to it with me and my niggas
Lifted off the eighth leg, shit is mad
on they pivot when we started spinning
We in it to win it, only L's we see be full of
It take money to make money, streets ain't safe,
the block be hot but it ain't sunny, don't strafe
Funny, look both when you cross here
dread found dead caught in the crosshairs
That's a regular here
Patrol all year, but only support theirs
which lane you swerving, fast life, fast learning 'till you're
Turning indentured