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I had to light em up like dynamite
That's two niggas scooped
Planted right at they gravesite
And i'ma leave the scene unphased
Hit the highway
Short two grenades
And it don't matter what you say
I ain't sane
A young nigga can catch a fade
So check game
You might got a vest
But my skills connect
Drill in ya neck
I'm an assassin so give respect
They lookin for a truce
Get the fuck out of here
I'm Tryna get juiced
Everclear got me goin blind in the booth
While the blow got me holdin my nose closed
And that's the truth yo
Bout to sell these fiends a loophole
When sleuths bring out they troops
My whole life I been Layin low
With my eyes always behind the scope
Or some loccs
I don't be givin a fuck
Ante up
soon as I step in
I turn a buck
fifty to a 187
And then I'm jettin
As quiet as I crept in
Supplying hella weapons
Number 1 suspect
Person of interest
The misses
money in her purse
It's going missing
Cuz you hoing honey
Fork over the cash flow dummy

Damn when did shit change
From kool g rap to coogi rap
Coochie ass niggas call me bootsy
Busta watch my Uzi crack
Ultimately
fuck you
Fuck hip hop
Skipper I got this clip
Rip flesh make a pimp drop
You ain't gettin a glimpse stop
Got piss for Lipgloss/
Can't convince Alfred Hitchcock
A bitch witta twitch can't shake her shit
A mack on the run
Bout to take yo shit

If u ain't see me smoke
Best believe I be in a bad mood
Attitude turnt
I shoot a bitch up like sum dog food
Niggas listen up
Like u want a fuckin lecture
But if u bite my shit
U gon end up inna stretcher
And that gurney
Be the end of your goddamn journey
My inner circle standing inna circle
Meeting adjourned
These niggas claim they saviors
Bigger than some fuckin thugs
I worship a slug
A gun be my number one
And I don't care
Watch me pistol whip the one you love
And leave em staring at the sun when I flip em up
And I'm looking for yo house
Like I'm cripping cuz
Because I killed yo kids
But that wasn't enough
Pants saggin u run up on me
Nigga that's yo luck
Known to dump on a cunt
Come and test my nuts
You'll get stuck
I blast the shit out that punk mcgruff
Niggas whistle
And I'm smacking eyeballs out with pistols
Get yo pencil
I'm crossing Crackas out
With lead utensils
Silence mental
Ulterior motives move just like a rental
No incentive
Ignition kickin bitches out my kitchen
All I need is a maid, bitch
A die hard
Rag doll for dolemite to go and discard
Packin an extra clip
Pop a nigga like zits
It's delicious
Vicious shaking cops up off my tip
Cough medicine got me rockin often in my coffin
Soften
Never nigga you wish
I wouldn't give a shit if u helped me
U gettin kicked to tha curb bitch
Heard which
Nigga slangin shit on my name
Got the bic slangin flames
Like propane
Up out the frame
Game chizzneckin gizzame
Your tizznern to be recognizing
Hatred in yo face
When these Crackas be disguising
Did I
sizzle on the chair
Nope not givin a fuck
Stickin niggas up got
Bitches pullin my truck
I'm mobster
Best quote my lines to my face
Else u an imposter
Wanna goble my roster
Of goblins ninjas I got this
Titty fuck his bitch
Booby trap his apartment
Explosives loaded
And dragging bodies to the ocean
Still smokin
Sideways like some niggas in Oakland

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from 新​厩​舎 Δ​ο​ύ​ρ​ε​ι​ο​ς Ἵ​π​π​ο​ς BLACC CANDIDATE, released March 15, 2014

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