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Spaghetti Blacc - Death Hoax

from Sonic Olympic 'XIII - {EP} by Various Artists

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Flow like landslides
Hide the rhyme in mind
One time for the lines
Wait watch me take mine
Take the mic break chimes
Slip signs
activate the criminal mind
With lyrical symbols woven
In my shrine with twine in time
I'm bouncing off the walls with the gift
Gotta be the top 3 mc's
And silence you fleas
When I'm rappin
Even homies gotta grab the Mac 10
Uncontrollable nature fate
Puts the paper
Pull the caper wait
Hit the vapor I'm baked
She bait
Rape her
Place shorty face in the fridge
with them thick ass lips with the wide ass ridge
Finna buy the rap game
Bitch niggas placing bids
Puttin up their kids
Yet they spittin
Shitty ad-libs
Saucy like ribs
When you buy my fuckin tapes
Bitch you better wear a bib
Who is this
Spaghetti blacc quick to leave a nigga with paralysis
Damages
Staying countless
Blood pouring like a fountain
While I'm puffin on these ounces
Cheese for a mouse?
Fuck a rat blast his house
And a pig get a quick 2 shivs in the ribs
Shit
We must be on the animal planet
In the jungle with my tech
Cocked and beating on my chest
Shooting heads
Relieves stress better than hot sex
Groping on my glock
I'm blasting bees at ya pollen
Lighting up ya dope spot
Like a fiend full throttle
Y'all niggas wanna be a problem
On theese streets like a toboggan
Pardon
Spittin so fast i almost vomit up my lobster
Conquer
You niggas ain't got shit on ya tonsils
Pull out niggas teef for spitting that weak shit
And still callin it a gospel
Pull out the steel and suddenly you a fossil
Check it tho
Death just a hoax
Like juxtaposing love with what I got for these hoes
Yo I'm a ghost
Spose's ta lay low
After I play a show
Yay blow got me on the block
Pumping out pathos
Handing out halos for the price of pesos they know
I crush niggas fatal
Like tomatoes
Potatoes and playdough
Nigga get disabled
Don't matter who the fuck ya are
Bitch nigga come up on me I'll blast that ass to the stars
With yo raps sub par
The skill has snapped so far
And you still don't know sketti
In the air like confetti
Till I drop like a machete
On ya face and ya belly
Already brought the funk and it's smelly
Jamming on the block touch bread like jelly
Ya smell me?

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from Sonic Olympic 'XIII - {EP}, released July 11, 2012

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