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Anilyst
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It's Crazy
: Hi again, it's me hoes Ridin' with my mijos Arrivin' at casinos As I'm lighting up a weed roll Fly in my tuxedo High as fuckin' eagles Biased with an ego Try us, get your cheeks poked Your sinuses will be slow I'm tryin' to strike your cheek bones These Heinekens will be throned Your highness will be dethroned Got this urge to break your vertebrae to thirds Used to spit, but nowadays I'll just regurgitate the verse We'll play em on this verse to make it worth All this work I've gave it just to say I'v earned a pay from words Quickly, sorta slow Bitch, I got a soldier soul Spittin' till my throat is sore Sick that I need [?] System overload This will give you no control Listen to this flow to grow Wisdom from a poet pro Stuck with rappin' and I managed not to switch plans You can't imagine how much shit I've had to withstand
: Crazy, out here was patient And now he's making shit you copy I don't say this to be cocky But it's... X3
: Started splashin' the sink Hardest tracks that he brings They often ask what he thinks How he thought of that shit he sings Walk back and get jinxed While I start slammin' these drinks Rock my ball cap with a mink You'z a small cat to a sphinx We active with grown visions Magic, the flow-igician Dope shit makes hoes listen Got no clique just a coalition I took a mic and chose To write the most to light your rolls Bookin' flights for shows Am I supposed to strike a pose? The way I psych my foes Recitin' notes that I compose Cold as ice it goes Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You hoes might go and wipe your nose All my life I've roamed inside my dome To find my zone I found it bro By downing ice patrons and lighting dro's On this microphone I strike a ho with lighting bolts Poltergeist your home Own your life and swipe your soul Five nas got your baby's momma tryna bone By the morning her aroma gon' be my cologne
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Best reefer with cold wine Lets creep through my own mind Lets see what we gon' find As I get deep as a cold mind Stress seems to be on high Less sleepin' but more grind Wreck beats with these raw rhymes I sex freaks in my off time The kid's swipin' your conscience This might get you nauseous But I'll stick a spike in your socket As I sit and strike you with objects Hit you right where your top is Then ditch you while your unconscious Then hitch a flight to the tropics Keep the trigger right where my cock is My talent established that I'll strike down any average cat That twice around in my habitat Try to challenge this savage rap Get damaged and that's a fact Kid scratchin' your cataract We'll shatter your backward bats My bitch bad to do acrobat Lyst is on that [?]a spit Hot shit, you the opposite Get my cock licked In the cockpit of a rocket ship Do I talk too quick? They can't control the beast that's over B He's off the leash Spits his poetry That's so unique right over beats
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