Holup (feat. Roxch)
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If an unknown hits my flip phone then I gotta make em scram Throw em off the scent and answer (Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam) And when I kick it baby you can see the imprint My paragraphs never ending, miss me with that indent M's get ctrl C'd and V'd CC me your CV to see my CD And if you're worthy you may get a copy I make WMDs from WAVs MP3s or FLACs With ease I'll obliterate Doo Doo MCs They salty, full of MSG just cause I'm the MVP Keeping it blunt like Emily, kicking it got a penalty It's a me, get to stomping down Jittery kid can't hold me now Holding the keys I'll lock you out Rolling the leaves and light the loud You can't keep me in a box, that's MGS Cause I'm stealthy to see my steez need EMF And when life gets to handing out the heavy stress I pen a verse to send any beat straight to EMS I got what you need like CVS See me with the heat get a big bang like CBS Pull up to the scene like "Bitch I'm winnin!" All black coup, no top, stealin it All black guts, black window tinted And them black laced chucks, whip match my fitted The nimble whisper snapper, swinging broken wiffle bats at Windows of the bastards with flags of the Confederate Etiquette taught relentless is slipping over the dome again Chromasomes stay wired, no change in the extended hand Stick his nose in the piss and turn around to go again Villainous but clumsy like it's all part of my master plan Don't overplay your hand, got a 9 taped to the ceiling fan Circle strafing like I'm serious sam Clack blam, left mouse click to the dome piece And the F key leaves heads resembling raw meat Perfection, my weaponry is exemplary Pull up in a Lexus candy paint look like confectionery Work the beat like AP, Steady biting off AB Change the suffix of the year from AD to After Me Im cold like AC, sometimes shocking like DC Daily blowing trees and the grades still reading A's and B's 45 APC, that's me on the APB Speeding down route 60 in the M3 Color spaghetti, shit can get messy I ain't a killer but don't test me Pull up to the scene like "Bitch I'm winnin!" All black coup, no top, stealin it All black guts, black window tinted And them black laced chucks, whip match my fitted Unh, I'm in that all black filling Unh, I'm in that all black filling I'm in that all black filling Chillin' in the club, starin' at a black ceiling Unh, I'm in that all black filling Unh, I'm in that all black filling I'm in that all black filling Chillin' in the club, starin' at a black ceiling
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