a Bush Assassin track
C-F
yo...
Yo It’s the b-e-n-squared-y-i-double
benny ill survives the strife of lifes struggle
rollin streets with stolen heat use golden leaves for blowin trees
benny ill is wack?! reitterate with broken teeth
i’m rollin deep on walters street calies finest hard to beat
your arteries will start to bleed while benny ill is sparkin reef
talk is cheap unless it rhymes
i walk the streets ingesting minds contestants spines are left behind
the next to shine no question i’m
one of the sickest considering my age group i slay troops of gay dudes
i hate you your fake too
i’m real as g rap b*** es bout to be clapped
cause they be holding just as much iron as anemics
you need some knee pads but pass me the weed sac
dudes heard my demo they was like hip-hop need that
yeah
(Chorus) x 2
Hip-Hop’s in a crisis
Il2’s equipped with ice picks
Tonight is the night that commercial rap died b***
yeah
yo yo
Now for the scond verse let the weapons burst
at who’s steppin first reflectin a curse
sick wit it quick witted always on my toes
rap vicious slap b*** es all day on the flows
i devastate and descimate i’ll send you straight to heavens gate
then stride beside your resting place smoke a blunt and defacate
i step with hate but rest and pray for better days i’m never fake
i tell it like it is your impaled with knives and sticks
to hell with wives and kids i leave shells inside they ribs
this esoteric mixture juice and vodka in a pitcher
breakin fixtures hit more swishers then derek fisher
walk with me i’ll show you something you be nothing but bluffin
17 at lunch bustin longer than joe budden
a deadman just hustles for a living
i got real defjams man f*** russle simmons
before i die and rise to the punishment given
i’ll take another hundred million and a bundle of women
(Chorus) x 2
Hip-Hop’s in a crisis
Il2’s equipped with ice picks
Tonight is the night that commercial rap died b***
CF Hip-Hop...
Can’t F*** With It!!
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