Pears
Cavalier
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Burnin' hot Emcees I be burnin' burnin' hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Whoa-hoa-hoa! On God word to my Black mother That be the same thing I got a bell that you can't ring I got a whistle that you can't blow No second fiddles on that swang low I got a current that you can't tow I'm on the beach watching them surf a death wave It's record breaking triple x-rays They rubber-necking like it's sex tapes It's like they catch you when you gestate Hit Mr. Drummond with that catch phrase "what you talking bout?" segue Everything aint for everybody She said she's falling so I'm catching bodies I rush the chronic past my epiglottis I play it modest when I ingest the goddess honest I spit this verse when I'm eating her out So word is born soon as she skeet in the couch That's how we even this out Her pearly whites her creamy skin Guinness Stout I'm just conceiving all my blessings on an evening's account To flee these demons of doubt See them clocking all my dossiers I'm bleeding them out It's too much watchy watchy macoing kikiing about And then the constant probe now to how the god elevated Not obligated to respond the conversation was tainted It's vibrational aint it It's vibrational aint it They thought It's about being famous Or for your entertainment It's vibrational aint it It's vibrational aint it I be burnin' burnin' hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! I be burnin' burnin' hot Whoa-hoa-hoa! Whoa-hoa-hoa! The picture be like real niggas We don't fade I hear the whispers but you bumping my tape It's superb like a crepe or a cape but it's whatevs You herbs get burned in the papes when I take breaths Don't know what you thought Or what you thought it to be I hear you talkin' you aint talkin' to me They still ignoring the real portrait of Dorian Gray That sort of thing an audience ought to be seeing fake I'm being great I did it with Mogilla, Q, Paul, Iman and Malik I'm more Toussaint than puta not even poquito For keeps don't got it for mooches or the cheapos Please, please you don't want no trouble here On God keep it a buck, stack, a hunned, a thou-wow All of these clown mouths should bow out Or stand down like you have gout It's now too many rounds Throw in the towels or ShamWows My Simbas pounce Snuck in the snub nose the snout go blaow blaow I'm what amounts from black pudding and souse Smoking blacks rolled in a crooked Owl They rookies to Brooklyn they never looked at the towers They soapy mouthed loose lips Breaking the bough I'm on the bow of my own ship taking a bow They taking the vows on God Baow Baow Baow
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