Cyclone of flames when I flow And it grows to a micro black hole I take over my space If you get in my face Then your ass get erased Off the face of the earth Dispersed with no trace Soul plane Where you find me Elevating divine chi Resurrection of ancient energies Inside me Unleashed as a beast With sharp teeth confiding Consuming emcees as fuel for The mind heart and soul Chalk line art and blow Murder on microphones When I write it shows Their ain't enough room to grow For I'm the invasive species Taking over the globe Step aside mutha fuckas sit back And watch the show For Mr. D Po Bout get the mic repo'd
Test the Skills, Fuck That, We Start Chasing Dolls, Chucky like Rugrat. You talkin Bottom of the Barrel talk you Must Snub That, Dis Cord be pulled and Ripped, Like a Snapper No Grass Your Ass Moed Faster. Like Szlack, So What If I was a Simp-son, you could eat my RU-vid shorts at That, Like Video Games, Cuz I Got Play, Never Did See The Boys X, Again, Like X Again's Next Of Kin, Bring some Liberty to the City and check him then, We Siding With Dwayne, What a Nice Way to say that Ill rock your brain. Fuckers More Doped up Then Ellizabetto, tryna Get Goin out the Ghetto, So If I Eat We All Getting Fed bro, Deadpan stares, for Flat Bread Hoes. Still I try to Heel like Bottom of Stilleto, Should I really Mind If I Let Go?, A Guy for the Co. Like The Lizards Relative, get in a Fight slam him on the rep - tile and says its still Relative to the gravity, Like String Theory, Got a Dollar in Store To fuck up ya Silly Stringed theory's. So Let The Moon Shine, I Pop Corn, Like Sutton in Rhymes, Sun you so hard, you think you finally getting some Shine. Big Ls On the Mind, Distribute them Once, Using a Coleman Stove to Cook like I Got Gassed by Inspiration, I guess Im Stingy like Jewish Kanye Bars... one in the Chamber.
Fine Guess Ill Bite, Got a Ego No Swag, Maybe a Dollar in Store, Generally in the bag. Off the Trees? Im Swinging now like im Tarzan They Call Me John Tapper, Beat you On Barcam. Bendi with an Ink Machine, a Cart-Toon Like a Squeaky wheel at the grocery scence. Grossing it Seems? You think you really Ill im as Gross as it seems. Make you Blackout And Go Comatose in your Dreams, Thats How it works, Cuz See.. Pix-Ar Incriminating work. So Dont Go Joe, Your Adventures Bizzare, Im like Jack the Ripper... NOT a walk in the park. So Do I Spit Shit from the Heart or Get Beat from the Start? A Easel with Art, Should I record this Or End up in a one bedroom Apartment.. where A-Apart Ment that you Were Hard Like Mental Scars, Cuz they Filled that role. If I was Big I'd be Rich fat AND let my Jelly Roll. And Keep a Biscuit Close, Cuz Otherwise at Most I'd End up being Toast.... But im Fucking Around I writ shit For fun, Everytime I write they like damn.. THAT BOY MAKE A HIT and... run. If I Continued you'd Need a Gun Cause im a Big Poppa. The Most Notorious Shits Yet to come. (edited cuz Mispell)
Мы снова надуты, да мы снова хапали, Твоё его упадёт, как на стол крапалик, Может кому-то напиздели но себе не врали, Справа от меня, пацан плотно принимает Мой худ вещает, устроим им вечер прощаний, Мы делаем всё как нам предки за вещали, Долбим отборную зелень нахуй не нужен щавель, Кого-то обидели до нитки, кто то ушёл с вещами Я делаю так что бы их душил этот щит, Моё музло качает, твоё музло лишь пищит, В поисках дыма и пищи делаем вещи, Если че то потерял, лучше по ищи Мой пыл не остыл, тут особый посыл, много голодных рыл, тебе не стать джи парень ты слишком мил
Are you a ninja a samari that has been trained Then don’t try to come at us carrying blades American gangsters packing technines I don’t hold any weapons but I kill with my rhymes Overtime my vision getting blurry And I can’t remember what happened but surely
