Oh yeah this is baby back up in that motherfucking ass One for your mother fucking mind we represent the 313 You know what I'm cause they don't know shit about this For the 9 6
1: Ayo my pen and paper cause a chain To get your brain relaxin cause they be actin in action A in fact son you mainly lack attraction You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks My skills got you climbing hills I travel through your mind until you spine like siren I'm grills of roaches, with sprayed on disinfectants With some ex rappers till their spinal disconnects We then check the monologue, turn your system up Twist them up, and indulge in the smoke This is the season for noise pollution Examination of more cartoons than My of narration a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be and gazing I turn the stage into a wasteland... I'm
You heard of hell I was sent from it I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to make attempt at it... I'm
2: Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the of your elite defense I got some to mince some fruit to stompin and two feet to rinse I greet intensive ladies, I spoil fans I foil plans and leave fluids like oil pans My coiled hands around this are lethal One thought in my is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some a band of phony MC's and stand the lonely one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater the burial of Jesus Fuck and catch all of the venereal diseases My thesis will smash a to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces telekinesis And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite
You heard of hell I was sent from it I went to it's surface and for murdering instruments Now I'm to repent from it But when I hear the I'm tempted to make another attempt at it... I'm
3: Man I got evidence I'm never dense and I been clever ever My residence was to do some shit that represents the M-O So I'm all responsibility Cause there's a monster will in me that always wants to kill Mic messaler, slamming like a Here to make a of a lyric smuggling embezzler No one is speacialer, My is intergalactical I get at a fool then I send a crew back to school I never a tool or acted cool, it wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your In fact I can't see, or imagine A man who ain't a of beats or a fan of scratching This is for my family, the kid who had a on my last jam the man who never had a plan B Be all you can be, cause once you make an hit I'm tense to be tempted when I see the my friends commit... I'm
You heard of hell well I was sent it I went to it's surface and sentenced for instruments Now I'm trying to repent it But when I hear the beat I'm tempted to another attempt at it... I'm You heard of well I was sent from it I went to it's surface and sentenced for murdering Now I'm to repent from it But when I hear the beat I'm to make another attempt at it... I'm