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Featuring Evidence Prod by Alchemist (Verse) Sound clasher broadcast The grand master mash your rap rapture Capture paddles with such stature Staggering style addict and can't stomach the status Off kill to stats colorful graphics habit Straight radical, Hannibal's mathematical Sun Tsu The literature’s literally that tactical, son you Fatherless child out of the val hands down! Dance over the drums, James Brown. General Jim start Custard, blade cutch it for the roughage You can’t ketchup, you all mustard With no originality cats, a pitiful whack With little league raps over T ball tracks Listen, simple and plain! Yall out of pocket like loose change. All we see in this peak of the game This gold chain slang bang! (Verse) Splashing and thrashing, niggas rapping, ask me what happen I'll be cutting niggas down for lower cabbers Your dog got the guns clapping quicker than the bark and the bite Letras de cancionesAnd you niggas just undecided like a hermaphrodites Supposed to be blasting your pistols, not flashing right Well your lyrics ain't killing nobody, so pass the mic! And you ain't killed nothing You gonna let it live, sensitive Frontin was soft as a baby with a bit, with the tittie sucking Me - I'll be tittie fucking, the chicken hefty clucking Looking for chicken feed, picture me tricking something I got a trick for, can’t you figured it out? Wanna see a magic stick disappear? Open your mouth! We brought back baptized lyrics around water Suffer close call or post-traumatic head shot dissorder Can’t go spit fire, my rhymes syllable slaughter But rather leave holes in your ribs of the size of quarters! (Verse) Me and Waka Flocka was cooling at the Palladium Jumped out the helicopter in two Another stadium with drugs that can't flush With guns that can't jam A Russian association with the Tuscany glam! It's a custom, the people, evil believe no He ain't no seen Heaven, below the needle lethal Five members of the Beatles equal December I was live to November with a mind prequal The most tattered passport in history Another category class say victory Nearly pulled the pistol in the winner The List of Schindler, weather sinners and killers Dealers and villains living under celings and pillars Still as the millions, still the fuckin winner with no feelings I'm after catching dynasty dude without the lesson Pyramid army is profession. (Verse) Nefertiti hanging like an anchor I'm like a pranker, Haitian gold motivation Working, turkish, circulate paper Fuck around, go ahead, Be the quickest way to meet mother nature! My every statement is disrespectful and blatant Sophistication is calculating for greatness But older math total mass, waxed like phonograph tracks So control the rap snap like photograph raps It's lethal! The dosage of dope package for people Backseat you with the eagle evil It's a stick up or the receival So be cool or get beat on I'm the original! So take that bullshit back to Peelong You know fragile ass peons Freeze up like freon liquids Plus my niggas is on, we flip shit different Spiral a van, another shit that charge me with a violent intent Choppas say the God fell off, whatever your momma nigga I'm hot like the Lama and Yobama with drama Ossama, Obama, Hussein, Sadam, Brian Palmer, Don Karma, crack rap for comer Party omathon party on the song wrong with no training Straight up, I leave that shit body then I'm gone, nigga! From Letras Mania