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Yo, too advanced, stance, made the cd enhanced I move with the speed and strength of Identical in form the beez they swarm Hold up the cold current warm My first verbal brawl, on some yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the See the logo a in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of rocks Whether heard in spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the mic, majority stare
Heard the wu snare, while my cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to My a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure No surprise, double touched five Those elements, kept colonized With the flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel Right there, but you're one light year, my level
yeah yo check it yo Bottles goin' off in the church, we the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't pop had asthma He pulled out his Bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't
is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red out, and I want a lot" Shirley dead on the spot Two slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh
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Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever Take of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. we lay it down flat out on y'all kid, now where your mans at Fakin' the real like, damn I can't stand
Then my wardrobe flooded the next Y'all heard about us like we about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the Calm down not tryin' to you, burst through That shit, fatter than all niggaz outfits We the like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop Y'all have a day
Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is His remarkable is supreme
Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin' you Screamin' a bitch, kicks to your face Shots to the body that like the bass I'm Ghost faced up, style down Nuff ammunitions of rounds the chest
to the intro, rap through po' Smashed a fresh ball of wax Flashy that overlooks the vista Moc' have tie, swimmin' trunks Three of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice Catch the moment, raiser at will, work with the homeless diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick
Carefully, the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright Ghost is y'all fix the mirrors like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't Exile he no longer in the bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding hoax roses tied to bombs on posts On breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta nigga the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back,