These niggas is wack
Just dreds and some tats they can't really rap
They quality “meh”
They claiming they trap ion bout that
But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track
And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap
Im perfecting my craft tryna get me a bag, Dexter i spend all my time in the lab, was ahead of my peers and the smartest in class, i'm cooking some tunes that'll hopefully last, jotting the recipe down on my pad. This dope shit i'm making cause a relapse, hopin its fast, like an asian with math, get hip-hop hooked back on that dopе shit we had
She like whеn Im using the skills of my tongue
Eat pussy and beats, they are each very fun
Playin my songs as im makin her cum
She hang on my word till my sentence is done
Smoke all the time cuz it strengthens my lungs
Don't need to punch in, imma do it in one
An alien hangin with humans for fun
Reborn on this Earth i'm the prodigal son
Who’ll spit till he filling some stands up
See a crowd of fans with they hands up
Till i'm getting paid and my bands up
The green on me like the Lantern
I'll be John Stewart with the cash boy
Dressing rich like some ranch boy
Smoking on exotic grams boy
This just the start of my plans boy
So imma keep spittin these wonderful writtens the viscous thick liquid that flows from my pen tip. Imprinted within its a demon existence, I try to resist it, I'm standing just inches, away from the edge and the voices persistent
They're telling me kill shit, The feelings so tempting
Stir up some mischief with a mic and start ripping
Like Jack and attack with the sickness I have
These niggas is wack
Just dreds and some tats they can't really rap
They quality “meh”
They claiming they trap ion bout that
But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track
And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap
These niggas is wack
Just dreds and some tats they can't really rap
They quality “meh”
They claiming they trap ion bout that
But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track
And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap
Just dreds and some tats they can't really rap
They quality “meh”
They claiming they trap ion bout that
But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track
And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap
Im perfecting my craft tryna get me a bag, Dexter i spend all my time in the lab, was ahead of my peers and the smartest in class, i'm cooking some tunes that'll hopefully last, jotting the recipe down on my pad. This dope shit i'm making cause a relapse, hopin its fast, like an asian with math, get hip-hop hooked back on that dopе shit we had
She like whеn Im using the skills of my tongue
Eat pussy and beats, they are each very fun
Playin my songs as im makin her cum
She hang on my word till my sentence is done
Smoke all the time cuz it strengthens my lungs
Don't need to punch in, imma do it in one
An alien hangin with humans for fun
Reborn on this Earth i'm the prodigal son
Who’ll spit till he filling some stands up
See a crowd of fans with they hands up
Till i'm getting paid and my bands up
The green on me like the Lantern
I'll be John Stewart with the cash boy
Dressing rich like some ranch boy
Smoking on exotic grams boy
This just the start of my plans boy
So imma keep spittin these wonderful writtens the viscous thick liquid that flows from my pen tip. Imprinted within its a demon existence, I try to resist it, I'm standing just inches, away from the edge and the voices persistent
They're telling me kill shit, The feelings so tempting
Stir up some mischief with a mic and start ripping
Like Jack and attack with the sickness I have
These niggas is wack
Just dreds and some tats they can't really rap
They quality “meh”
They claiming they trap ion bout that
But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track
And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap
These niggas is wack
Just dreds and some tats they can't really rap
They quality “meh”
They claiming they trap ion bout that
But fuck allothat
I grab me a mic and then murder a track
And then i spin back
They hitting rewind cuz they knowin it slap
( Baraka, the Mortician )
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