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(bair)this iz bad newz.......yeah
(expose) expose and bair...yeah
(bair)bair and expose....we bout to show yall sumthin tho.....lets go............if u think u spittin, come see us bout sumthin....u kno where u at!
(EXPOSE)
this iz rapz revolution,
spittin verbal pollution,
destroyin trackz,
like liquid crack, imma solid solution
yall can't breathe easy no more
my heat, got me eager to swing, meat clevarz,
at peeps, who claim dey got beef wit us
i choke mcz wit dey own vocal cords
outline em in chalk
so they speech, look like comic book dialoge
yall slow like dial up, all yall spit is saliva
i spit mathematics..the rest scholastic honors
bless wit the tatics to attack tracks like pirinas
mcz only succeed, witha mouth full of flowers(haha)
niggaz claim they got beef, after meat market visits
moving this game telekinectly, redefinin physics
verbal ammunition swizz cheezin
mcs cheap fabric n denim
ambush these helium headed fags....thats the mission
the almighty expose, ultimate flowz
those who opose, get the oposite of froze
oposition folds,
oprotunity knocks.... but....we bulldozin the door
not to mention, wit points they coulda settle the score
this iz big bizzness,
rappers rap like they last christmas, ungifted
my styles encrypted, passwords couldn't get in it
until i utter my last verb,
ima lengend thats livin,
and since richmond iz a place where lengends iz made,
my hand iz the grenade, pull the pen out
explode in ya face,
this iz armaggendon.....dawg arm ya weapon
when i burn, they gonna study my ashes
4 future reference,
don't ask us we throw acid at katz dat flow average
i'll any of the mcz, on any season,
we kno yall come in peace
u just gon leave in pieces!
(hook)
(bair)
sumtimez i feel like its me against the world
going against all odds
sumtimes i feel like pac and cockin his glock
and u don't want trouble nor my bubble to pop
and flow remind u of when the stove get hot
and u steady tryna pick up the pot
i flow til my lungs rot and crush my voice box
and short out from shock, due to lyrical watts
i could be mixin shots with bizzy,
on the phone with missy
aint no stairt jacket in the would that could prolly fit me
and do this religous but supersitous conditions
leave em wit sitches and this is just a
scream 4 attention,
in the mind of a teen, thoughts so obscene
this is rap gave me, this is what rap made me
out to be crazy, eva since a buck-tooth baby
i been blessed wit a gift, be the ghetto is cursed
and a mixture of both, is a ultimate verse
dominatin the earth, til my spirit dispearse
aint nothin worst than your mother not believin ya hurt
i believe in the church, in other words it works
get on ya knees 4 god, escape the hell that hurts
when my album emerge, wit these poetic words
it'll be people in graves, flipin in turns
i had to work a hard way for the skills i earned
becuz imma renegade, wit a razor blade
behind police barricades
leathal as a hand grenade
shove a gun in ya ribs
give R kelly ya kids
the greatest rapper to live
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