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Spaghetti Blacc is​.​.​. Mentholomew Fairbanks, Esquire​!​!​!

by Mentholomew Fairbanks, Esquire

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1.
Live from the Aroma Compound 02:29
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2.
Menthol Blunts (dispicable enterprises) 03:52
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Eyes redder than lava out here If I rub em thought I seent a lot of llamas out here Desert mirage Miraculous beheaded on smack Walking backwards into the past Marathon Into swords drawn I linger like thick H smoke that would suffocate ya baby tho Tougher than the navy Don’t wanna smell my finger Tiger style Gouge the eye of the gauge My semen only gettin stinkier come taste the glaze and get paid know I’m classified chemically imbalanced U call yoself my foe But still pose no challenge Peoples lives are swayed by delusion Like I’m hardcore Educated in law reform From Princeton to that prison institution But uhm I still represent Even tho I’m boostin Tired of these emcees Disease the earth with noise pollution I’m noided and I’m shootin Up with blacc ski weekend Spaghetti blacc he geekin Giggling and calling me keenan We wake up what’s my job now I’m disbelieving I’m left with hella voicemails and blood and fingernails and entrails I gotta find some new goddamn clients These crackheads be up in court dropping names lying and then violent rewind the evidence I combine and synthesized all the elements properly Like I was the one moving rock out of an abandoned property stop The product guess it’s this nigga makin the presses ass naked investin in hedges cut like headless entities corporate despicable enterprises Look at the executive’s jewels and get blinded Bet u thought he’s cool was caught sniffing coke in the limo after school but still surviving Dropped so many albums it made my ass wanna start rhyming (What’s my name) Mentholomew Fairbanks Esquire Man don’t even tell em that Spaghetti Blacc gone haveta come back Wit a hatchet like mortal combat Kid u built like a wombat Or maybe a muscrat It’s no mystery youza walking miscarriage on a mission But u was sposeta miss me Now u leaking evidence on the industry The Blacc one I mean Word off the strength knowledge of self can’t be fronted you dub weigh a nickel get smoked in the club nigga You an employee Assembly in a factory Talk back to me Get smacked in half Yo block feel the shock of a catastrophe As I laugh You asking is this nigga mad Or is it just the gas Yo album just went epsomite
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Exercise Extreme Caution (and represent yourself) 03:34
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Mayweather may be undefeated But not up in court like blacc ski weekend The industry Clandestine operations Please Fetch me my instruments Burn the evidence Rewriting my niggas depositions For deposits of street knowledge Game tactics In the rain wrapped in plastic Like cocaine packages Fasten yo seatbelt Prepare to get damaged kid I bet u still lookin for management Ya concepts weak We’ll sign u only to silence yo speech I use my weight like big meech No mercy Heavy metal heat seeking piece kept under my seat that’s my secret They gave u a plea now u leakin Ima tell the plug now yo memory deleted Yo last sentence Now repeat it In hell with your fortune depleted Pitchfork on yo dick And I don’t mean the website They big fans of cats who can’t rhyme right Like flex ebro don’t kno Rosenberg All a bunch a of herbs Leave em on da curb You guessed right ya honor I’m out of mind There ain’t a straight jacket in hell that would have my arms in a bind Don’t mind my brain feeds off fungus Don’t fuck with us Lest u prepared for vengeance U ain’t sittin on shit Check ya suspension Don’t talk to us nigga I don’t check my mentions I recommend you niggas start collecting stamps Keep rapping motherfucker I’m a paint ya back No witnesses Even had my mans plant some crack He stole from a mansion called Alcatraz I’m alone on the fifth planet Can’t get home without a wristband Gotta party a little less harder man I must have a silky on my toes because I never caught Finna take this enterprise straight to the top I’m that man esquire Inquire and u will expire U wear a vest I seent yo neck exposed Assassinate and leave a rose Whatever I say goes Call my mans tell him to lay low Pigs on the payroll I’m a freak might whip out my dick at the disco Disc 3 of real beef not nabisco sucka nigga cooked crisp w crisco icy wrist expose mobsters Make apostles hit the flo cold Y’all imposters impose and get popped like pimples do business wit u folk? Have cops thinking we still b pimping nymphos Thank u for the info Informal funeral I sport business casual You a casualty tho No evidence no murder weapons and off we go
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Food Fight (Prod. by VOLATILE HANK) 02:37
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Ripped into they mental Call me ginsu Like they was made of tinsel My missiles tenderize yo tissue This shit ain’t no issue You fishy couldn’t get with my click yet you stick like snotty tissue Get off my dick quickly I’m gonna sue Slither yo ass back to Brooklyn before I start blasting at you Ballistic tactical actions Be the only satisfaction I salivate over snacking on rapper’s brains I’m on formaldehyde running from 5 0 call me formula I’m on uno Microphone toasting the ghosts Speaking my own language to my folk Freak the beat till it go comatose Can’t visit the hospital Exquisite flavors from flesh Exceptional urge to digest the best But I digress No contest You ain’t welcome at my show Don’t know it how it might go Might b howling at the moon wit an ice pick pitted in yo wig While you crying wit yo kids Burning like Butts of cigarettes I’m peeling lids like Sunkist Wearing a suit out ya skin face mask tits and limbs ya dumb fade Might get me mugged by wannabe thugs on broadway Wit cattle prods I will castrate Set that ass straight When I walk in the restaurant You fork over yo plate in any state Don’t care if it ain’t beef Oh you a vegan now Why you try to fuck wit me You ain’t breathing now Best believe You be the hottest nigga bleeding Cuz you know spaghetti don’t give a fuck Punching white boys on the six train My style fam never switch mane That shit you ran was bitch game Take these stitches And tell the streets you had appendix surgery Hurtin inside from the lies Boil over cause ulcers rupture organs scar doctors frighten patients and scare nurses Fully charged Fully drawn He’ll need some gauze To stop the bleeding fam nah he gone Goddamn we lost another one man I advise that anyone who recommends challenge spaghetti gets charged with malpractice Spit bars like Olympic gymnastics Unbalanced beams fantastic landing The stands is spastic Like I just stretched elastic to the basket witta tomahawk dunk And left the stadium needing an iron lung
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Spit It Out!! 03:39
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Always discharging bars Or Maxing like credit cards Facts you bought the farm When I attack like a mastodon A bastard with no mask I’m cold as an old flask And bold not italic Kiss my pisshole My dick swole metallic Ya neck spin like discs now ya wasted Investigate the mystery Igot u closed like a basket case Fifth of smack to the face Imagine a police chase I’d rather close the casket in the piggy face See I’m a mobster Killin guido ass cops In the Bronx And I take my stampede straight to Fort Knox Watch me launch Mental atomic can’t be reasoned with Or accessed with passwords I run ya knowledge kid Like libraries with dictionaries Give a fuck about who you list as visionaries Them bitches get buried and couldn’t see shit comin And Stevie wonder How I keep on dropping so much thunder to the dome Voltage melt the tundra Like Tina turner legs smokin Better not catch you running numbers in my borough tho Me an my duns is thorough checkin in the shells of sea turtles For ya punk ass Get pummeled by the Incredible Hulk Your bars ain’t even edibles While I am legend Not John but knocked you on ya noggin unconscious The constable Armed with a bomb squad Could read me the constitution but still couldn’t stop a mutant I mutilate civilians Munching on they brains And barricade myself inside they building But I’m the leader of a cult And I pack a colt Give a fuck about these hostages Get popped like throat lozenges You kno my MO No survivors be my motto Ain’t u get the memo Why you handin me yo demo Bout to get ripped Sniff this nose candy like it’s holy Take it to the temple Shinobi in bathrobe Turned bushido Killin up yo kinfolk With no master in the studio I’m plastered passin joints Blasting police radios Ima padded room Playin doom Wondering what u doin Lookin at me like a cartoon Get crushed like milk cartons Lactose intolerant Peep this shit I been farted Lack those feeling I will cut you Put those organs on the black market And cook yo muscles Hush yo lips say sumn? Ima close the pot while it’s bubblin I got yo bones in the oven And a bucket full of acid Just in case the police comin And got these pills w my name on em Bout to erase my memories and change game on em
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Tokyonese Elevators 03:11
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Like Mario Andretti With an unsharpened machete You heckle me now Entrails will spill from ya belly Spaghetti get on the floor It’s time to take em all out Cuz we the monsters Surviving nuclear fallout Red dawn tinted Honda Civic My moms Wanda in the backseat Telling me she Cooking chicken I’m rolling seeds stems cigarettes Applesauce and new balance sneakers What gives? Maybe my mind contaminated All the answers sound insane out the speakers Between my lips they must b contained The cathode ray you tube display in my brain Collecting cobwebs From worldwide Get the picture My madness I be throwing fists On some Taiwanese parliament shit Better duck Take a knee like Colin kaepernick Run up on me I’ll smack the plaque out ya teeth With the fat gat Go copyright that quick at ascap G Don’t make shit Mo complicated than it has to be I’m wasted Just might cause a catastrophe I’m the doctor U failed the test U pass for daffy I don’t have to say the rest Man I heard my rhymes opened fire and your car got mauled I’ll hunt you all It’s my thrill to see your caskets fall I’m leaping over tombstones Like my ass was a raptor in Jurassic Park Fucks the matter with you Don’t catch me after dark I might have a seizure And forget your name Now you got a nigga wit his fangs Deep inside your brain Tap into some insane shit Rearrange neurosis Peep the proximity My finger sittin on yo psychosis Just to show em that my flow ferocious But they die from these overdoses Why igno this You takin note Go report this To all yo cohorts we extortin Break me off the whole thang Or you got yo shit out of proportion Give a fuck if the evidence reveal I’m psychotic I got my glock in the air discharging Looking for knowledge with my fangs inside yo noggin I beg ya pardon I left egg nog on ya armor Cuz going to war only gonna make a nigga harder Like a knight in the sauna I might have hot heavy metal On my chest You rebels better run or fuckin pedal Sketti Blacc witta kettle Could give a fuck about yo wit Or who you came wit I’m not complainin Just take my time and start aiming
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The Mercy Rule (Diamondbacks) 03:20
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Well it’s the big bad Rib cage rippin Lyrical gymnast Bouta reach into yo bag For his chips Now listen pay attention I’m in the building You getting evicted from a tent Would include you in my crew But that wouldn’t fit my attitude So called radical ready to do damage Leave you cabbage patchin After I dispatch my fist with a hatchet clasped Pry the contraband out ya cold dead hands After fist fuckin ya face I nearly missed and punched a hole in ya gas tank A nigga pissed And car bombs couldn’t send a clearer message Niggas in all black We dressed like isis Decapitating emcees who’s Rhymes ain’t the nicest I’m mincing mice they meat tasty They tell me you nasty And Unique I give a fuck Like why my food talkin to me Yo give it up money If you were on my plate Yo you’d bow to Spaghetti And be thankful for your fate Now I’m about to chow already Checkmate while you was all sedate Your nightmare has come true I got my forks And now I’m lookin down on you You bubblin up in my guts Like an alka seltzer Claiming u still in the game I thought a punk would know better Lemme introduce you To the mercy rule If I get six seconds on the mic I just might make you rewind it Every night You ain’t makin the playoffs Ask the boss you might get laid off This ain’t a drill bitch shoulda showed up to practice Now you can’t lift a fraction of my mathematics You limp linguists need to stick To ya dr Seuss tricks Pure fiction You could never chill with game spittin assassins Be laughing like a sniper When the chaos break out Clear the streets Get down Or just stay out If you ain’t home team Get hit wit the infra red beam I hear Red brains on the street looks disgusting Best get to where they know u b No frontin My fuse might short spark up And show you somethin I heard you was suckin dick on sutphin Avenue slurpin I’m hurtin mad that you Expect me to show to gratitude My altitude is altered Stay above the stratosphere With Stratocasters had Vladimir Putin rebooting When I drop this poop I’m astute you just a student You stuck on my last move and lookin stupid I ain’t mean to embarrass you But look at yourself in the bathroom You a loser I’m like shao khan on ya cd rom Bringin mortal kombat Sharp as a thumb tack In a cop back and tell him run that DJ play that back Radiation got me faded What did he say The words went over my head just like a toupe Don’t want no interview with toure Just gimme hot soup And a pbnj not pbr before u piss me off sumn awful And make me do somn unlawful Like a spend a month up in a brothel Now that’s a bid Find me dribbling traveling Foulin out Throw the game and a roundhouse then I’m out
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Emcees Play Godless 02:03
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Who dropped a nickle Niggas tattle giggle And end up in the hospital After they buckle I bust rhymes like nuts and rumble My mic ain’t never seen rust That’s the difference We have the whole world in between us Emcees play godless But I harm them regardless And I’m not even done dropping bomb threats Choking on Godzilla rolled up In a backwoods no filter Smoking like a manhole I’m the sewage under the toilet of hitler Ready to rip Flush the commode and start shit The HMS vessel cannon equipped battleship Wet up these rappers And let em sink I’ll drag ya black ass to Egypt Nigga stare at the Sphinx Illuminate minds with lightning strikes Lyrical epic epiphanies blind Monks left strung out lookin like punks Played like a fiddle My every riddle remain framed And my signal will maintain Word is bond Bind a nigga to a chair in my basement Load the bong full of Angel dust Let him face it That’s the only time u could b suitable to be my replacement You ain’t shit Bust the lip on yo face kid All praise to the miracle amazing Allah of rap say peace to the fake shit Emcees need to give praise For the source of they skill cause when I relapse You know i’m going in for the kill better back the fuck up Don’t stay where u are Or light me a blunt I’m bout to play the guitar
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Exposed to Jury Duty 03:43
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Wussup man? I’m held up at the metal detector I forgot I had some hi tech dildos in my briefcase after that trip to Baghdad Don’t worry mane yo black ass ain’t goin to jail but ayo Who the bailiff? Who the plaintiff What they wearin I nearly fainted I’m a lawyer but I b in the bathroom Every twenty minutes Snorting coke and beating my dick like I ate spinach Speaking in Spanish Wiping semen off my sneakers I’m back to the track jack Stains on my slacks mac Citizens welcome! You all look beautiful to me Now let me introduce you to jury duty I’m picking like a pimp Saucy young tenders Do you know the defendant Spaghetti bias to hate him already Fuck a settlement I been doin this for years And I never left a case with a client all in tears They file in single line rise for the honorable Motherfuckin pervert probably naked under his robe Take the oath That You won’t throw up What goes down ya throat When u tell ya folks I’m waiting for the judge to ask how she put her panties on One cheek at a time brawl to fit into her thong I like the way she sit on that bench I wonder if she’s ever made herself wet at a baseball game bet In the nosebleed seat Binoculars on me I’m using my foam finger cuz It’s makin it her horny Hard-on banging like a gavel on my desk I might testify yo sundress got me under duress I pop a pill in the courtroom and flex My cross examination Got her suspicious I’m a witness Now girl we ain’t supposed to talk I’m the defense’s lawyer But lemme get in yo dm’s and become yo employer I’m betrayed by beauty Truly If they find my nigga guilty Just because he filthy This jury duty
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Q:00AM 04:03
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Lemme open my mic To find the source Of my technique Respect never resort To excessive force It’s only necessary For an FBI informant To ask the wrong question And get they life aborted My psyche divorced Mind cognitive Positive neutron Food for thought third course Discover my discourse Dislodge ya arms broke Right now and never merciful Flagrant untamed killer at the gun range rehearsal We trained agents awaken At zero hour Motherfucker I mean right now Right here it’s the ritual Habitual law breakers Remain favored in the Empire State You pump fake You cynical sittin duck Yo case is clinical My rhymes unorthodox Preaching game still rabbinical Rippin into the game And watch it disintegrate Citizens embrace The final days of the human race It’s gonna take mo Than a strong stomach to develop the taste For my rhetoric Detonated in yo face Smack you back into yo orbit For getting the facts contorted

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released April 20, 2018

Mentholomew Fairbanks, Esquire is:

Kevon Fuller as Monty Osbourne
Spaghetti Blacc as Mentholomew Fairbanks, Esq.
Volatile Hank as Sheriff McGee

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