ChillMode, South, Hot, Cool, Ice, Chill
Chillmode Nicca:)
Lyrics
top me, not b, please ya learn
chillmode, a hot beat i make freezer burns
ease ya yearn or shell make ya sqeem an churn
cleaned and turned reversed steamed an jerked, work
ok you murked, for certain uncertainty
birthin guns squirtin see, perfectly, like 20/20 vision
any fission will calls mens collsion, skin division
wit shells, hits swell, hell ends the instance
ima giant in the game so all that fiddle an fo fum
make me dunk an shoot on ya cage an start dribblin yo lung
kibbles im so young, yall still puppy chow to big dogs
puffin out i split yall, touch me now forbid yall
cuz im to hot to handle,
you hothead then the ice man knocks ya candle, dismantled
da gods so chillaxed, im bomb wit ill raps
i ghostwrite for ya ghostwriter an most yall still wack
yall ass crack, im jus a black child my raps wild
i always make the cut but i never get stabbed back
i clash hard and smash bars lash awed
turn rappers to ball players, after games u flash scars
handle rubber like nascar all in ya ass broad
you aint down for blowin my mind so wha u ask for
if you dun really care wha im thinkin, im apparently sinkin
into ya stomach an ribs bubblin sips ma prepare for he drinkin
new sex cousin, beef on chest like a few tech bustin
i dun fucked more hispanics than u.s. customs
who dat thrustin, rushin, who dat next
who dat vet, i know the lyricals, who dat X, naw its chill
