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dope, CraZ, J-CraZ
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,986
Peak in subgenre #1,130
Author
JCraZ
Rights
flip it n run2006
Uploaded
July 24, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:32
Lyrics
Verse 1: J High
Im a lyrical surgeon creatin miracles, learnin/
New words just for “Kix” like ya cereal purchase/
Im inferior to worthless mirror curses, Im serious/
Delirious drinker, wakin up in places mysterious/
Imperious to herbish livers, inventers and sinners/
Of verses, beginners lerk, so Im hittin the learnin centers/
Lookin for nerds or winners, to kill and serve for dinner/
Burnt, over a slurred spinach, superb is this herbs liver/
Disturbed? Shiver, shake in place, Im takin you down/
With rape, which isn’t funny unless your rapin a clown/
In the face, frownin, drownin in pools of seamen/
Swimmin, gleemin at the sun beamin, why you screamin/
Loungin, Im decent, poundin streets, the creep astoundin/
Geeks, leakin, leave em bleedin ounces, nobody found him/
And why speak? Police got no facts or proof to attack me/
Im teachin athletes to drop ruffies in drinks to smash pink/
Chorus X2: J High
So when I wanna spit, I just jot shit really quick/
Like I aint got no sense, listen to the scripts/
On the tip of my tongue, flip it and run/
Verse 2: J Craz
If I'm givin a chance I'll jump with it//
I aint chicken tell these chicken bitches listen they could get it//
Cuz I'm vivid how I live it close to the edge I spit it//
Not carin who I'm pissen off or pissen on now listen dawg//
I get it right I get it wrong, I'm on a mission, hittin hard//
Bitches raw, with rubbers on, I don't care tha dick is long//
If u doubting this then just bring around ya lips//
Cuz I love to give ya mouth a kiss pull down whats around ya hips//
Thong n all touch ya clit, know u wanna fuck tha dick//
Suck tha dick, love tha dick, even try hug tha dick//
Meanwhile I'm lovin it, sitten rubbin on her tits//
I aint had enough of this, chris brown I'm runnin this//
Like it was a track meat, spittin with a crack flow//
Ask me? u cant blow cuz u is a snatch hole//
I'm the type to blast folks, talking like them black folk//
U whack tho, I'm whack-o, u something like a crack hoe//
Chorus X2: J High
So when I wanna spit, I just jot shit really quick/
Like I aint got no sense, listen to the scripts/
On the tip of my tongue, flip it and run/
Verse 3: J High
When I riddle this quick, belittle chicks with little tits/
Im civil, shit! My mind middle sick mixed with little wits/
Im sick? For shizzle bitch, it’ll quit quick when I whittle scripts/
Dentin chicks cheeks like dimples, leave colors like skittles kid/
The suicidal nine holdin, rhyme’s vital besides I’m wild/
Lines compiled into easy mild tracks while teasin childs/
And hittin breezy’s while sleazy style G’s be in denial/
Cuz Im miles ahead, drivin while piling aisles of tracks/
Sit back listen to bitchen tracks, twistin back tongue tenses/
Release, senses increase densly to breach women in secret/
Itchin for pleasing bitches teasin the kid a demon unleashed/
From concrete, engines peakin power leavin you fiendin/
More distorted words poured out of torsos or more so forces/
Unleashed like horses forcing four feet to move forward/
And order a quarter of them to shorten the steps sorta/
Like mortars fallin short of forces forts on corners/
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