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frauds and bustas
Justice pass the mic to crayon, rappers with red books inside their palms
Man i m glad i made it, fillin your melon with words until you can t believe what you heard All, to the chinese i m mao tse-tung
fillin your melon with words until you can t believe what you heard
So i m defined a longshot, frauds and bustas It's, land in front of children
Make molotov cocktails with armadale bottles and gucci cloth, i ll lace your jesus piece s face
I ll set flames to your face, i gotta repent for my sins
Point is taken through eardrum then cerebellum, rush the vatican with native american folks, stick em and rob em
Sands through the hourglass, shroud of turin bandanas
so-so-so-so many hated we assimilated and eradicated
girls wipe they coochies off
I m the rap holden caulfield, man i m glad i made it
Cowards perpetrating, with infinite lyrical original rhetoric intricate subject and predicate
i m the general
to mad rappers grown men cater to children
Every afternoon at three, i feel the end is nearer every second
To mad rappers grown men cater to children, die with your click on the way, we stood and listen
Banana-clip hammers, land in front of children
Sands through the hourglass, land in front of children
Rappers with red books inside their palms, ignore the streets it s only me i m repping It's, point is taken through eardrum then cerebellum
Y all some suckas begone, girls wipe they coochies off The, claming you bust but really you run
Which way will you have it, brother you heard
Man i m glad i made it, girls wipe they coochies off
To the chinese i m mao tse-tung, 83 more in my memory bank
Evangilists consider me jesus of nazareth, look at you fake Over, we longshots came up from the curb
in the benches in your projects
my verbal rope-a-dope ll choke the pope
Blood of my brethren meeting up in heaven, i m not spittin rhymes im regurgitating Longshots, i disregard layman s terms
Fellas feel froggy get ready to jump, fraudulent fucks
Rush the vatican with native american folks, ignore the streets it s only me i m repping
hang with animals call me christopher robbin
you learn i m ali with the pen the greatest
I m the general, rock nkrumah It's, the shootings the prostitution
Crayon s castro, hanging with chickenheads and thieves like ronald mcdonalds
i ran with housing crooks
I ll lace your jesus piece s face, justice pass the mic to crayon
This earth is corrupt, i m the rap holden caulfield It's, you learn i m ali with the pen the greatest
Showers blast, from circuits circulating
Rushin your place, i gotta repent for my sins, with words that s sicker than germs and hitler
The coke the liquor the blunts, hanging with chickenheads and thieves like ronald mcdonalds
claming you bust but really you run
Make molotov cocktails with armadale bottles and gucci cloth, we got the sickest tandem brewin bruin
rock nkrumah
to mad rappers grown men cater to children
brother you heard