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@politicuncle
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August 03, 2005
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Lyrics
Nepzkilla:
The past, future, and present,
I’m the devil that satin sent to represent, diabolic, alcoholic
With mind SICKER THAN, yours, FO FO sicker than the air force
When I kill no remorse, I cry, my freedom, my demise
Baptize, killer G dies, kill you like Satan did
To the kids, quick to grab it like rabbit, my bad habit
Stealing like lepracoons, a rap phenomenon
I got the magic stick, cuz I’m quick to bust
Cross you over & Break your ankle like hot sauce
This is a freestyle freestyle, 50 bars freestyle,
Call the cops cuz I am too hot to handle, just like the human torch
I am the god that disallowed Muslims to eat proc
Get back motherfuckers you don’t know me like that
Get back
Chorus:
Put the bullet in your brain can you visualize it?
Payment on side can you down size it
Close enough, I sold enough
It’s bird, it's plane, it's a mary janeeeeeee, the game hasn't change, still the same
It’s the politics uncle, it's the politics uncle
Killer G:
Pass the mic to KG
The one and only, all mighty, the K to the I > G
What u know about coke and guns
When i spit on the mic, just like notorious big. i make the number runs
100 dollar carats gold on my watch , g never stop
u'll see me in Bahamas with honies drinkin Scotch
all you mofo think you are biggie, na man you'll just small
Fuck with me, I will leave you’ll with a fracture skull,
Killer G always going for the knockout
You'll a fucking dropout, while you tripping here
I will be on the tip to N.Y, always high, the city, i make it hot like potatoes and the witty
1.2.3 bitches, Are you ready, I grab the guns, the clips , reload ready to shoot
Cops at my back hardcore pursuit,
as the mother cries & weep
i run the city that never sleep
ya ya ya
get back mother fucker you don't know me like that
Rules like castro , smoke blunt in the half stoke
Always armed and dangerous, sweaty palm shaking
Thug in the making,, dealing coke……. with them bastards , remember the disaster now
ur covered in plaster , coke dealing master , laughter and laughter crypts coming after.
My visachi, always catchy, age 16 the minimum, u really trying do something
Am the D.O.N , to the D..O.A , Federal Agents mad cuz am still alive
Leave at airport 20 after five, luggage has arrive arrive , unpack ,i get the gat
When Check the suitcase , can’t find do , quick to grab my gun , my nines , I gotta leave 9
Chorus:
Put the bullet in your brain can you visualize it?
Payment on side can you down size it
Close enough, I sold enough
It’s bird, it's plane, it's a mary janeeeeeee, the game hasn't change, still the same
It’s the politics uncle, it's the politics uncle
Nepzkilla:
i got 99 problems just like Jay-z ,
Maybe, they see me in dc with Howard homez with my homie Capone
Chamaign and chicken in the fridge when i get home, king of this rap throne
Connected like tree to branches cliff to avalanches, high flying nigga like Houston’s Francis
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