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Optique, LegaC, Tah Smith, Blazer, Zhien, STK..........Any Questions?
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,523
Peak in subgenre #1,097
Author
LegaC
Rights
STK-LegaC
Uploaded
December 01, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Yo yo check it
Yo fuck ya whole team, ya’ll niggas is tasting death//
My vocals peek on treble and clef, u piss on ya self//
Look I burn all u niggas right quick, an watch u fold//
Steak sauce is the shit that makes you bold//
The magnificent individual, a fucking human smoker//
I can see how you got one ace in a deck full a jokers//
Devour ya brain cells, ya vertebrae, I make it mines//
How the fuck ya’ll gonna be brave when u lack a spine//
Invert my intestines on ya lyrics, just ta shit on ya rhymes//
My comeback at gods, is not that serious to be bothered//
How I’m a be fucked with, when I’m the god a fore fathers//
Christian coming at me, jus makes him a religious martyr//
Like Taliban’s on suicide jihads, except u blowing ya self//
Would think I had pneumonia, by the fluid from my chest//
I mastered vocabulary, the prodigy of rhymes schemes and words//
This battle is not like the titanic, cuz I’m sinking the iceberg//
Ya’ll niggas is mobsters now, this is war killed ya crew//
I’m a have these same mobsters handling cement shoes//
It’s that nigga lucky luss aka the fucking cooch//
Ya’ll better hope that godfather and STK call a truce//
I see how cards stick together, when ace only fucks deuce//
Nigga I birthed ya audios, been doing this fa light years//
You fucking hustled fa half ya gear, seeing that is rare//
Like ya girl detested the sight a money and men//
Cuz to Frank and her, it’s not all about benjamins//
You come dropping bombs, while I already land mines//
Fuck projecting big bills and quarters, I’m landing dimes//
How ya’ll niggas sneaker crazy, but lacking the cream//
Check it, I rock nines, and distribute sixteens//
I’m sympathetic to these wasted and expended beats//
Like I pulled the clutch on vipers, I smoke the streets//
I leak my rhymes I speak In dialects similar to greek//
Ya’ll niggas is like the grizzlies winning, its jus Memphis bleak//
Say highs and hellos to saws, introduce u to the instrument of ya defeat//