Lyrics:
the south
I keep the sulfur just in case they try to come in my house
They lips smacking right behind my back
They lips froze when I float on a track
They
packing
They be working up a sweat
So I put them out their misery
By shooting at they chest
Uh, I'm getting bold
Feeling a little teste
Like a physical, but
You ever felt a black widow's bite
When the venom enters your system
There's no way to fight
Never saw it coming
Never could have prepared
Use
no fear for death
It won't by no time
It won't clear your head
I'm half alive alone and locking lips
With the afterlife with open coffin lids
Got
I spit the prophecy, this ain't just rap
It's an epiphany, another bomb track
You a bitch slap, I'm the boom bap
Yeah, you can get with this or you-
It’s 2019 as the money is tightening
Legal blunts blazed by the right wing
Go to church for a Hermaphroditus sighting
All organic a blight
best served hot here's the receipt
Skip button broke track stuck on repeat
(Skip button broke track stuck on repeat)
Silence! Don't need a peep or peak
When ya when ya when ya
Fly
When ya when ya
Fly
When ya
Fly
Yeah
Making obvious raps
And obvious tracks
It's been a while since I tapped Into
the
draws
You know that she be good when I be the wall Spread it out, watch me fuck it and eat it
Eat a pussy and lips, and her feet and all
I can't drop
on to the mental plane, spark the brains with the building to be born
Black niggas on the track
Strange times
Everybody got their get high (oh my)
Their get
(Yuh)
Ka-Ka-Kato on the Track Bih
(Oo)
Sheesh
忍び Gone creep in that all white caravan we calling that the Jeep (Jeep)
Oo damn 忍者s they don't sleep
the place, and I'm in the house, and I'm comin back
You know this nigga's name--Blue Black
Walk in, at the party, see who's spinnin, was some nigga
Are
bought a black
And my home girl here
Is gonna bounce for that
Thought you would never want to fall for this
Still had you here
want to lick my lips
Yo, you listenin' to Ryda Radio, bitch!
Tune this in! Fuck y'all!
Fuck y'all bitches! Rydas!
I'm resurrected by the faith of my streets
And I delete
The same ones that dissed ya, now it's a list of
First to riff, now they all on your dick, yo
I'm looking at you laughing, popping your lip
Ripping my zipper
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
surrounded by Voyeurs
And crack smoking lawyers.
No shame. Burnt lips,
Tripping on acid rain.
Legally insane, deranged,
Some people never change.
with the coal black hair
Chorus:
YouÂ're gonna live and die by the blade and youÂ'll reap what you sow
Cause life the things that happens on our way
the type to spit flames at the sun
And put it out put it simply, I'm hot bitch
Lasmosis on the track, no time and the bets off
Take shots? turn that gun
I'm hanging with wendigo
We in new york and we sticker the city
I'm hanging with dillinger spitting it wity
I rap on the track like I diddle her
like grade 6
But was homeschooled so you wouldn’t know
Was shy a bit then I learned to spit I knew it was my time to grow
I made some diss tracks yeah I
I always wanted to go to France can we see Burgundy
She wanna kiss me, chapped lips Burts Bees
I only like my chicken wit the blue cheese
I only got
on this liquor yea she go n play that twister
As she go and bend it back then we smoking on the hash turn it black into ash
Wit them drugs up in my
Thug from the past
Sold drugs by the slab
Use to transport coke through cabs
Like a fork to the hill
Until my nigga Black got killed
Talkin' guns
These
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