Bigga (Adlib)
Sirrum
To my thugged out nature,
my spit game as sharp as a razor,
that chrome thang'll bring you some danger,
flat lines is how I deal with them haters,
stay silent when i'm pullin' them capers,
everything I do involving the paper,
I can tell ya' Cleveland boys'll scrape ya,
put you in a bag and duck tape ya,'
I can see thru you wanna be gangstas,
and b*** a** n***** on the other side is some perpetrators,
I kick it with the best rhyme creators,
cross Gift of Gab Records and you'll meet the innihilaters,
I can tell you now its gon' be hard to fade us,
maybe one day Young Rum can be announced as one of the greatest,
try to play me b**** and them hollow tips'll come out of the stainless,
releasing all your thoughts and leavin' ya brainless, rockin' jewels that look like sh** from the ice ages,
my team wild like jungle animals out of the cages...
Bigga (Adlib)
