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Ill new school hip hop.
Just ill rhymes and diverse rhythms I put in my flow.
Lyrics
got on the net to look for the X Chromosome
realized there ain't one, just a herb wit whack vocal tones
clean this grim out the rim like commercials for Vim
X is missin Chromosomes, it's retarded see'n the kid win
make his neck and back curve like waxed curbs
for skateboardin' in taxed burbs, you a whack herb
don't need to battle rap, when i can strattle the cat
leavin' the pussy drippin' red like pullin a tampon out his ass
lyrics written in dark pink an they still aint 'read'
like blind decapitations, never see you get 'a-head'
chairs in yo exam room, you ain't standin to the test
bitch out the runnin like obesse women takin a rest
punched ya teeth in an got charged wit batterin'
all so you could stop ya Cha - "Cha Cha Cha" - Cha Chatterin'
how you a gothic rapper and gone do a club track
that's as whack as kid who just got hair in his ass crack
first time niggaz ain't scared wit 'Chrom' in the face
rims bein' dubbed up wit platnium, 'Chrom's gets replaced
speakin like ya got a whole in throat, dont boast
I rock boats and my lyrics can blow ya game off the coast
recognize my games iller from jump like special olympics
you gone win this, once the Presidency goes to ethnics
only time you get big beef when you got Phat Farm kicks
and I'll 'squash' it wit 'blue balls' and some 'rackets'
there's only two percent 'Sikhs', like Indian religions
an ya game is undeveloped like popeye wit out spinach
so I'm a drop Chromosomes like downsyndrom kids
put X under, 'Y', cause I lay my lines like grids
