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Before I start this album (Left, right, left) There are a couple of things I gotta address (Left, right, left) I mean, it'll only be right (Left, right, left) Strange Music (Left, right, left) Yeah Some people didn't wanna say it (Left, right, left) Fuck 'em Who we gotta kill? It's obvious They done drew first blood, phlebotomist I'm on top, I think I forgot what the bottom is But look at the homies with me here and I brought 'em in I'll turn your empire to an Ottoman I'm a God still getting stoned, monolith One up top like Mozzy if you a mausoleum Show Marx like Karl, communist Sorry 'bout my auto man it contradict the kinda hits But I been learned, called on me gripping some kinda contra shit I said presidents and I don't wanna politic So I'ma get to dug in combos about what Donald did But I got a vendetta, I'm anonymous Every opposite, damn I'm weird, now synonymous I should just change my name to Dr. Iso Cause I just wanna figure out what the fuck the problem is Boy I got a problem with these faggot ass fans They be switching up and can't use logic in the comments Letras de cancionesAnd I was never Sonic, got bread from all kind of shit But now they hate the brand and helped who they still rocking with Some of y'all are still cool, this is not a diss I'm thinkin' what if me and Twisted ended up squashing it? We could do a tour, not the commenting, y'all have been talking shit see me in person and get your noggin' split But my greatest enemy of all is this My flesh fear going hard on these carcasses I'ma box with a monster inside of it That's about to climb out of my esophagus Gluttony, lust in me, wrath prod again Was it greed, fuck it eat till a sloth a sin Run inside of Iso's caster get to slaughtering Like cattle we even got all then my wind'll kill these hostages I showed you motherfuckers love from the beginning I still show love It's like you didn't want me to make it I'll go to war with all you motherfuckers homie But I'm at war with myself Matter fact, Tech say something Somethin' switched up, fuckin' hiccups Jump we can thump if a chump wanna get nuts Dump on a bitch trust, if you diss us Pumpin' a stick buss, every hater get fucked Nothing discussed Anybody with fuss bucks in the gut is the luck of a sick fuck Stuck with a bishop, cause a mix up Funk I'ma disrupt, shut a nigga lips up! One of a kind, you niggas gonna resign When you get a whiff of the gift, I mean the gun of the N9ne Put some in ya mind, if you thinkin' of comin' for slime Hunter for crime, but I buss in a drummer's design (Funny day though) When they be typin' thinkin' they tough (What he say though?) He wanna fight us he feelin' rough (When he playdough we fatal, ask the true nigga TaeBo) Militant niggas don't give a fuck! Never cease ta beast ya 'Cause we Khalifah's, please the heater When I make you meet the Reaper The piece to meat decrease the beef and eat ya Decease a thief the chief'll seat ya deeper! He don't wanna come into my killer metropolis 'Cause when he use to come around he feel a necropolis He know that me and Scooby and Makzilla be poppin' it Nigga be Op'n it, lead is gonna fill the esophagus Tech's the best flow, the flexing threshold Steadily goin' up and can expect the death, toll Next foe sendin' threats to Neb know we red bro's head and necks go like Esco Shit that was said, niggas would never admit 'cause they'd rather commit to the cred, instead of gettin' this bread So we takin' a moment to remember the dead niggas! From Letras Mania