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I've been kicking rhymes before you kicked inside a placenta
Style is, colder than winter, that of the god grain
Our scar lanes no regard, squad
:
Simply make the greatest masterpiece ever
Conceived by human students
Once I am convinced that the
Kismet inside the labor
Is already incredible I might
(I'm not sure I'll stay)
Hurt is an understatement
You can't just wash it off like dirt on the pavement
I'm assertive in sayin' that I ain't just
Pop a pill take a dose
Oh she bad yeah for sure
Bend her back touch her toes
Kiss and tell eyes is closed
Where we going I don't know
We might die I
do you feel me?
If it's built by design
Is it yours, ours or mine?
Does an-ny body feel me?
You push all the different aside
Until you're alone, not
throttle this is just me idling
Flow is sick and hot my words are infused with bile sin
Every verse can trip ya out but yet is a vital hymn
Wanting a chain
plunge, shipwrecked
Go get your homework done, down to the books you’re spine is not enough inflected
But oh, by the way, said my father before being
I was so wrong
This girl was mean she really turned me out
My homies say this girl is crampin my style
And I cant figure it out but I'm so
dealers would say "Nicky I like your style keep doing it"
And I would look at them like what I'm doing? but I'm gonna do it fa show.
Blowin weed while
Bonds swung
The M is for the moves that this child be doin
The I is for the innovatin sound thats groovin
The S is for the smoothness of his style
The H
Fresh to death, The Walking Dead
Bitch I rot rot
I drink lava to cool me down
Bitch I'm hot hot (Ahahaha)
Smoke the freshest flowers straight
From the pot
coke to hope
Yeah, your propagandas strong but I guess we missing the boat.
This is our kingdom
A Queen my King
And We want freedom
By any means
Cause
Doing everything you're told, money don't get old
But you age in dog years, when compared to the gold
What's your goals, is it just to stack by the attack
ladies trying to have the baby off of this kid
I'm not kidding, tell by the way ya'll wrap it up
Sometimes fact is fuck it, the notes until the glasses
whip through the night
Hot boxing the Honda discussing your dramas
Talking desires your waves would
Drown the others but me, I'm messiah
Walking on water
Do it
Let's not pretend
Like it's too much
Order More drinks & more blunts
You can tell by my glasses
I'm geeked up
Legitimately ready to freak some
Ahhhhhh yea yea
Take it slow
Take it slow oh oh
Top down bottles up
Champagne sip it up
Yea I love it when it's hot
All the girls give it up
Last
My life is like a movie I might profitize my childhood
I just wanna lay with you and cuddle by the firewood
I might fuck around and put these
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when
I ain't got no hotel dough
lurch onto the tile
Of the bathroom floor, I'm sore and what's more
I'm sure that the presence I felt is behind the door
I swing it open and suddenly I'm
On the turntable sound like tornadoes
My style is performed like tropical storms
Your not to get on the whole spot will get torn
I keep the metropolitan hollering
style then
Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing
Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen
You better defend that bullshit
been in style then
Everything is anything, anything is upbeat of nothing
Once again, poisoned from the paper and pen
You better defend that bullshit
of Slipperpain
I pray my undercarriage will sustain.
The chase is on, the pace is hot
But I`m running so very hard with everything that I`ve got.
He leads me
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