Marks I erase like racism, Im as large as a bigot Brew is my escapism, when Im bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that Im standing On my own two, down with my own crew Told cancer, Im bad to the bone too, Im prone to snap off When Im off that Cognac I cant hold back like a masseuse I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight When its time for some action I get Reds Tonights Da Night An eye for an eye, a life for whats right Dissect it Im on hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct Im went to F.A.M. and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the key, goddammit uh Im the locksmith Studied the missionary waitin on my life, the mic I rush like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that is remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the vow(el)s That tie knots when I rocks like a Z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest cause I loaned them microphones They couldnt house the shit so they had to rent to own Its like that, coming from the Go rapper I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that ho Patra So keep on, and you dont, now come on Ah keep on, and you dont
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 02:12:03 +0000
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