n the path of my past I've left a lot of pain amassed a lot of cash from theft before the fame memory lane is a dark one I've almost lost my mind like a ghost slippin on the sands of time escape is hard to find.
I've been summoned by the elite struggle till ya meet defeat lyrically ya been beat clear to see ya fearing me like the dick of catholic priests.
This priest thought I was stalkin him...
Twistin his crucifix, cuttin off his oxygen...
Twistin his crucifix, cuttin off his oxygen...
There's numerous spin offs of my style on the market,
you'll find I'm hard to evade cant sweep me under the carpet.
Cause I'm busy fucking gypsies izzy's gettin typsy
eyes gettin misty as the nights getting crispy.
you'll find I'm hard to evade cant sweep me under the carpet.
Cause I'm busy fucking gypsies izzy's gettin typsy
eyes gettin misty as the nights getting crispy.
Spit on the scene Don't get upset if ya choke
bounce back like a fiend whose dopes his antidote..
bounce back like a fiend whose dopes his antidote..
One false move could cost me a lot,
I'm not affraid to shoot or be shot,
I'm on the blocks edge pullin all stops,
Better off dead, hot lead in the glock.
I bust lips like seperatin conjoined chicks at the hip,
I spit hit's that make ya bounce limbs like epileptic fits,
This is cryptic shit, Hard as an erect dick.
I shine white in the darkest nights,my limelight flights when careers eclipse rhyme tight, with tricks in lyrics like majic dust hidden within the midst of twiztid spliffs High times, That's right, Driveby, My time, Bad Guy. Die Bitch.
I remember when I wasn't makin bucks,
I was rollin blunts up in the back of the mini-truck,
Tryin to make it big, tryin to reach the top,
No mo' slangin on the block, no mo' slangin soda rock.
I'll neva stop till my wit's end, foreva' mind missin,
These suckas neva listen, ninja's stuck in prison.
Bitches trippin, end up in crimson, no mo suspiscion.
I'm not affraid to shoot or be shot,
I'm on the blocks edge pullin all stops,
Better off dead, hot lead in the glock.
I bust lips like seperatin conjoined chicks at the hip,
I spit hit's that make ya bounce limbs like epileptic fits,
This is cryptic shit, Hard as an erect dick.
I shine white in the darkest nights,my limelight flights when careers eclipse rhyme tight, with tricks in lyrics like majic dust hidden within the midst of twiztid spliffs High times, That's right, Driveby, My time, Bad Guy. Die Bitch.
I remember when I wasn't makin bucks,
I was rollin blunts up in the back of the mini-truck,
Tryin to make it big, tryin to reach the top,
No mo' slangin on the block, no mo' slangin soda rock.
I'll neva stop till my wit's end, foreva' mind missin,
These suckas neva listen, ninja's stuck in prison.
Bitches trippin, end up in crimson, no mo suspiscion.
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