CYBERSLAM 96'

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Tim Nicks & Killa Tex

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The great success story of 96, former coffee gopher, has now made the show in the big time
You are a piece of fucking shit
And on that note, we're gonna go to a commercial break
A bombshell has been dropped
Brian Pillman is in the scene

This was crafted and angled with a smile on
I couldn't purchase the Jordans I had tried on
Was it the tears, just nose poppity pile on

Make a mental note, smile moving right along
No pride, just stigmas, my cells holding on
How I get the f*ck out of here and stand alone
Passion made Christ story, just to sing along

Ancestors sit on my shoulders, whether right or wrong
Blunts in rotation, location was very known
Three, two, backwards, I air corners you standing on
Street niggas, yeah, street niggas

Open carry corner, take you off your feet, niggas
Floss on the weekends, quiet on the week, niggas
Nervous ass, smell the scent of the week, niggas
Starving, ain't got nothing to eat, niggas

Talk fast, but run from the streets, nigga
Lies I spy, you cheap to beat, niggas
Boss moves, live off they gal to eat, niggas
Blessings, that anointed oil can't save you

Perspective of shooter leads to a grade two
Headstone engraved, lust to get paid through
Turn your back on who had your back, and that made you
Playing games with niggas' names, make them aim you

Victim mentality, so say they can't blame you
Bystanders nosy, they get the same view
Long nose, smell gunpowder, feel the air move
Air get the B&B, high sound of you

Buy and buy sirens, nigga, they are the shared food
Young niggas, age is on side of you
Think before your actions, nigga, what time can do
Raised to raise the judge, not a gavel dude

You raise the judge, not a judge, and it's gavel shoot
Up the prices on Troy Ave, got a tax stone
Join the game, nigga, or just remain skull and bones
Brag where we from, places we don't own

Can't get help from your niggas or bank loan
No bartender, T's pain, he pour drinks from home
Pushing the culture, voodoo bag of chicken bones
Gun or land planting, red line in my zones

It took time, not just time on this song
Everest, none made to climb, nigga, on my own
Still screaming that I wish my nigga Ren was home
Cash just made from clay, the mother ship is home

Lost humanity, my habitat is a crumbling home
Talking to the mirror, bullying my reflection tone
Running with my shadow, nigga, it's time pass along
Do gooders with bad deeds, pass trash along

A soul can't carry the bags where universe is flown
Rap over the heartbeats, a slave
The settlement is 40 acres from ancestors that came
Fight night songs, have you live on stage

Counting averages, the states tie the minimum wage
Spaz culture, the baths soak, the skies raise
I'm playing the harp and weather the soundstage, nigga

I have been fired by Eric Bischoff
He's a pretty popular guy
He's pretty popular with my legal department as well
Bischoff, or should I say jerk-off
You can't take away my constitutional rights

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