Lyrics:
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
Fuck hoes raw dog
So in my groove
Got em Blinded by Mula and jewels
All these girls how the hell
Do I choose
Guard ya bitch
Cuz she flock'n the crew
Yea they
Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
But everyday
{Go ahead den}
"It's no way we can rock after them" <-- Black Thought
** scratched by DJ Tracks **
but
Your shouts is in vain
Cause you drowned out by the
Buzz that's surrrounding my name, you lame
The mic is something that you
Can't pry from me shout
spend days on Kawasakis, nights with Lewinskies
But I'm the like the ice man, Michael Kiplenski
I style on new york, power my fort
Dips, consorted by
lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme
If you got a backpack tryin' to act black
Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture
You never approached
for my mine
It's so deep, you get cross-eyed
Take that heat, and roll outside
Black handprints on the wall
Black handprints on the wall
[Chorus]
and camouflaged in my six
50 dollars on my ?story bit?, I worry, worry style bitch
Even though my hostile spit on his mossburg grip
Quote it I spoke tank dawgs
or the feds they don't really care
They don't want my best
Black man left for dead
Best case mugged for bread
Someday jump the fence
Let's call that self
style is my style and
My style is special
I've got stings of rhyme by the mills
I curse on my VERS I'm bad when I SURF
I High merged from a nerve Kila
My
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
They're blinded starry eyed staring straight at Orion
My rhyme style is a Mayans mind
My minds eye after I arrive is like dynamite in an iron mine
Send
and Halima
Reel up
Hail up my dons
Always bringing styles to the spotlight
I know what I'm like
And I know what I'm not like
We move forward
Do it like
what, razor blade cut from
your neck to your gut
Have no shackle
Easy for me to tackle
Best to watch back 'cause my razor sharp style
grapples MC's
With
I got my life back
So I school the fools about the fast track
I get static from the style of my technique
Profanity, the blatant way in which I
nuh style thief har like chess
Pull ina jet see mi ah faucet
Henny by sets, money by decks
Club me ah rep, dawg watch dah gyal deh shhhh
Stop eh
the Ruthless way, some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme
That's on time, just
really, this really my life
The Profit gonna light up this bitch when he strike
The list of the greats I studied and eyed
I knew it'd be soon my shot would
See we don’t politic with imbeciles we congregate with criminals and keep some killer hoes and keep the toaster by my genitals for when the shit goes
the Swedish face
My style is dope like a fiend
With the in his arm
Send the cut chops right from the farm
Sauce complexion like a mirror
Fortified with wine
Me and honeydip see eye to eye
And if I see bull, she'll walk on by
But that's not the style of the black child
Broke from the shine, I get it go
need my pub like this
Stuck in a rock in a hard place
I am thinkin' I won't bump y'all up, well
I am i got to get my thing off
My style come from Devin
the purge and urge
of judge and jury scourge
stand before the pious executioner's
sin discourse
“engrave my name in their black grimoire
of contempt”
game with niggas I leave shot dead
You're only taken a piss from me with hot led
You know my style faggot, 'cause I'm always schemin'
In jail, niggas
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