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Movements in Blacc Chi 2k13

from The Blacc Ski Weekend Market by Blacc Ski Weekend Industries

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A lookie here An listen up You bitches ain't worth my time Don't ever think yo ass is safe If I can still bust a rhyme Just a quick lesson bout Who be misbehavin' Jungle satan Pissing on steps like a vagrant This ain't a battle about Who be giving it up When I put this pump to yo stomach Punk You straight up out of luck Did you know I'm expecting too That a nigga like you is finna choke on some baby stool You BGing ass pc species Got PHIV Cuz I mainline microphones upon the nightly Glocks and megaphones I got a riot to insight see I knew the game was fucked up When I stepped up in it That nigga funk But nigga let him in Niggas don't know Like niggas don't know me So niggas can't flow oh well And niggas who owe me Mostly lie deeper than an oil well That ends well Well fuck it I'm in the bucket Musket out Shots bussin out Fuck it...I'm fuckin it Disgusted by these clips Yo ass can't stomach it Suspicious snitches get stitches Bitches ain't know I'm brain dead I aim lead And I gots no love for ya If you was dying on me Punk bitch I'll pull the plug on ya I would love to make it rich But tonight I'm pissing blood on ya bitch Niggas on the run better check they shit Cop yoself a gun To protect yo shit And maybe one more To defend yo bitch If you're into that shit Ya finna get shot Stop a nigga heart Sparking niggas like pot Caught this nigga speaking down upon spaghetti blacc Running off at the lip Punk ain't learn from his homies We the kind to empty tha clip But if niggas don't owe me Niggas don't know me Then niggas don't like my shit Cuz when my spit hit ya circle Transform tornado spiral And straight Primeval upon arrival There's no survival Eventually even the fittest have to quit And that's when you can tell I be up on my shit Comin up with no remorse or respect Will break a nigga for a check Like checkmate I'm poppin off tectonic plates And be at yo neck And whatever gush out ain't marinara nigga... Up in yo face like mascara But when I point n click it ain't no camera Goddamn it clack back and splatter Ya brain upon the Tarmac Yo bitch gotta problem I'ma slash her throat For my cash flow Roll up like blunts in ash smoke Yo fame ain't real You Handed the rap game a check As the industry pats itself on the bacc But you gets no respect Learn the difference between me and you A tycoon and a coon Before my gats have yo brains upon every surface in yo room Where you get those niggas Who hated on us? Did you hop in yo truck And pick em up from haters R Us? Thinkin we harmless Shove a shiv in a novice's epiglottis Like we thoughtless Forgot our manners but brought clips I'm clickin back into reality Checking back into myself Relapse and splash blood cells And Slash everybody else And while I be casting spells Crackin skulls Practicing skills and packing Slugs for the kill Forget the frontin and bluffin Movements towards the blacc chi Is why we landed Bring forth yo leader I demand it Huffin and puffin Lotus transform focus to tokens Zygotes to ghosts Is Sho nuff ferocious Is I the swarm To the locusts spit? In motion off Motrin Nose froze Snort coke off a boat made of gold Smack these old crows Straight crack a grown hoe Iz I bold? Bolts of blow On the table Ya mans with the glows Inspect his blood flow With a knife in his navel Prescriptions of pain Pushed by the insane I got niggas pushing up on more blades In the ground Than a scalp thoroughly soaked in rogaine And I'm out Spiggity out and thru yo house and crawlin Tossin grenades and shot callin Shot calmin All thru my veins And brain Up on Caine again I stick a punk stay on my job Witta yawk cocked I'm lookin insane Behind these loccs I'm hearing shit to the brain Flip dip out of consciousness Skip tracc And to another plane Can never keep it together mane Bought me a baretta thang That better thang And let it rang Bet it taste like butter mang Better ask yo brother mane You motherfuckin Po-po's Can suck my dick And I'm done trick You see kiddies, honing focus only got 2 steps: transcend and manifest in that order nigga and fuckin for free ain't nowhere in that From an embryo to embers yo Stack yo chips And hone str8 focus

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from The Blacc Ski Weekend Market, released September 13, 2013

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