Lyrics:
And never catch on fire
How come? You silly motherfucker, I'm fire
Smack the Devil over the cheek
Gave him a third-degree burn
Iced it down the same week
Hear me, see me
Welcome to soundview projects
Bronx new york, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
Smack a bitch, chicken head
But I ain't no Project Pat
Let me pass it back, to the motherfucking 3-6
Denzel Curry, the one and the only, the
Nigga I'm
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
Green was the big thing
It was taken over by me
Reflecting on the fact
That your form tutor makes better raps
Ending off the fixture
This project was
chitchat
Over what my album's trying to get at
You got a punchline down pat
But missed the poem in the format
I'm no Doja, I'm hellcat
The new Manson
a Smack Down
And you know it's on a throne if shofu sat down
Started from the bottom but the top is where we at now
Step up in my cave there's no escaping
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
on the sheets, how many I lost in these streets
From Mafio to P-A-T, I'ma hold down the fort
Cause I'm the state representative, they passed me the torch
You
designed
To bring me down, I spun it around
Because I'm not defined by what they say
I will be great I'm taking it over- take it day by day
Soon I'll be
tired to knock the kid down
Until they seen I won't never really fazed
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
talk of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Prim'
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man
home and see my wife and kids
I wanna go home
They want me locked down, fryin' in jail
Before you hear that I decided to tell, I'd rather die in a cell
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven
And you ain't even gotta pay me
I take pleasure of laying a nigga down daily
You face me, drunk or sober, you'll faint
is my style
And if it enough to make Kevin Lyle spit this out right now
And get 'em with Juvenile feed pitbull puppies, bologna in the projects
You
life, the 1000 Winds Project
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One more than 999 individual pristine 24-bit fart recordings
Quoting the site, captured using
Come figure it out
Unravel what Pat Battle's album's about
If you retain doubt, I'll pave you a route
The people who made me came from the South
Mama
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
Hear me, see me
Welcome to Soundview projects
Bronx, New York, 10473
Intersection action ribs touching
New gutter smacks replacing the whole
building up break it down in a wrap
I been losing hair got to stop wearing hats
Brady wit the stats need a pat on the back
Album on the way
Couple tracks
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