To All Homo sapiens
I'm the bomb like Arabians
Asalaam alaikiens
Getting tips from the waitresses
Yeah I know you hate it that I'm so fly and so faded
You write to the sky with hatred I disappear with the matrix
Don't approach me with bullshit that's rather wack
Threats neither cause I got heated and handled straps
Don't believe me, well I can handle that
Bullets bigger than precious waist and Tyler the creator gap
Pussy and rapping is keeping your head from backing off of your neck
Spit flames, T.R.E.'s a dragon
Married to the bullets every since I hit the A-Town
My Spouse got me racks so her kiss begins with K now
Like A Gang member your best choice is to stay down
Cause if you get buck the B's will knock like H-town
You better run it like the wheels on a gray hound
Otherwise my set will swing quicker than a playground
[Second Verse]
Yo, Who the fuck is that dope ass
Nigga rocking Sperry's shining harder than topaz?
Detention with the lyrics, Man I got no class
Get money cut bitches with no pass
Halls for the vocals, lyrical man-mogul
Shorty Super bad, McLovin meet fogul
Old McDonald had a farm of heffers so he's pimping
But you cow niggas chicken and I'm barn type Nobel
Flow resembles a guy that's without a mental
That threatened the instrumental if he finds you he will ghost you
I'm getting baked like toast do
Gang bang motley I'm sorry she wants the whole crew
Gangster attitude, prep boy latitude
Spitting is what I have to do, either than or go after dudes
You cats tender like the paper you earn
And we all know that tender shit is better when burned
[Third Verse]
Don't nobody know we hit purple and sip the OE
You niggas ain't 'bout it I doubt you can even down a Sobe
Turn your girl around like I'm making her do the Hokie Pokie
She used to like David Bowie now she only wanna quote me
She's whiter than the can that was given to Mr..Tony
By Tony Montana, Pussy sweeter than fanta
You phony niggas get Nada from my chica
She ride me like a pony, she loving the crew
But never hit one of my homies
You niggas is screwed
If you really thinking the only good track that I've ever had consisted of money and money
I hop on it like a bunny then clown it as if it's funny
So bad that you get a pain in your esophagus and tummy
This is flowing out for dummies I eat it up, nigga yummy
The beat even know I shine that's why I'm rapping when it's sunny
I'm cutting rappers with ease also with style like a gumby
I'm pimping keeping it true I might just go and see where bun be
[Fourth Verse]
Homie I'm the illest your grand parents can feel it
Like touching on little children, the mental mind of a villain
I'm chilling' like Ricky Roze in the kitchen, I'm on your ass like a whipping
I'm at your neck like you snitching, I wet you up like you dishes
I Balls out like It's tennis, I Never fuck with a Wilson
I'm sorta Dennis the menace leaving the ACA diminished fatality and I'm finished
Tear it and possibly rip it
Either way you will not feel it
I kill beats, Acapellas
And Every rapper that's spitting
Triple genocide, even PAC would say I need to be sentenced
...............Lyrical Homicide, get with it
I'm the bomb like Arabians
Asalaam alaikiens
Getting tips from the waitresses
Yeah I know you hate it that I'm so fly and so faded
You write to the sky with hatred I disappear with the matrix
Don't approach me with bullshit that's rather wack
Threats neither cause I got heated and handled straps
Don't believe me, well I can handle that
Bullets bigger than precious waist and Tyler the creator gap
Pussy and rapping is keeping your head from backing off of your neck
Spit flames, T.R.E.'s a dragon
Married to the bullets every since I hit the A-Town
My Spouse got me racks so her kiss begins with K now
Like A Gang member your best choice is to stay down
Cause if you get buck the B's will knock like H-town
You better run it like the wheels on a gray hound
Otherwise my set will swing quicker than a playground
[Second Verse]
Yo, Who the fuck is that dope ass
Nigga rocking Sperry's shining harder than topaz?
Detention with the lyrics, Man I got no class
Get money cut bitches with no pass
Halls for the vocals, lyrical man-mogul
Shorty Super bad, McLovin meet fogul
Old McDonald had a farm of heffers so he's pimping
But you cow niggas chicken and I'm barn type Nobel
Flow resembles a guy that's without a mental
That threatened the instrumental if he finds you he will ghost you
I'm getting baked like toast do
Gang bang motley I'm sorry she wants the whole crew
Gangster attitude, prep boy latitude
Spitting is what I have to do, either than or go after dudes
You cats tender like the paper you earn
And we all know that tender shit is better when burned
[Third Verse]
Don't nobody know we hit purple and sip the OE
You niggas ain't 'bout it I doubt you can even down a Sobe
Turn your girl around like I'm making her do the Hokie Pokie
She used to like David Bowie now she only wanna quote me
She's whiter than the can that was given to Mr..Tony
By Tony Montana, Pussy sweeter than fanta
You phony niggas get Nada from my chica
She ride me like a pony, she loving the crew
But never hit one of my homies
You niggas is screwed
If you really thinking the only good track that I've ever had consisted of money and money
I hop on it like a bunny then clown it as if it's funny
So bad that you get a pain in your esophagus and tummy
This is flowing out for dummies I eat it up, nigga yummy
The beat even know I shine that's why I'm rapping when it's sunny
I'm cutting rappers with ease also with style like a gumby
I'm pimping keeping it true I might just go and see where bun be
[Fourth Verse]
Homie I'm the illest your grand parents can feel it
Like touching on little children, the mental mind of a villain
I'm chilling' like Ricky Roze in the kitchen, I'm on your ass like a whipping
I'm at your neck like you snitching, I wet you up like you dishes
I Balls out like It's tennis, I Never fuck with a Wilson
I'm sorta Dennis the menace leaving the ACA diminished fatality and I'm finished
Tear it and possibly rip it
Either way you will not feel it
I kill beats, Acapellas
And Every rapper that's spitting
Triple genocide, even PAC would say I need to be sentenced
...............Lyrical Homicide, get with it
( Macon Hamilton )
www.ChordsAZ.com