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Usayd
01:40
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It's the international
Spitta with the passport
I will never give you fuckers
Anything you ask for
If you get my tape
Don't you ever press the fast forward
Or I'm in your crib
You like why you got that mask for
As for
The mutha fuckas hating
They be losing of course
Yall are rapey Sith niggas
That be using the force
I write rhymes
Like I do it for sport
I like dimes
That let me cruise in they Porsche
They got through a divorce
Rap matador
Kill the bullshit quickly
The more i show out
The kids diss me
The best out here
Now am i sure
Fifth fifty
The less i care
Like the more chicks dig me
Bitch please
I'm a real African American mix breed
So mutha fuckas gotta be aware
Of my technique
I rhyme on accident when i just speak
So in the booth like
I don't have to spit
I could just breathe
I'm autograph signing where tits be
You don't wanna be
Sawed in half
Well it's risky
Against me
I'm only five six on on my tip T's
A pip squeak
Still chop a nigga to mince meat
You shits weak
I came in to
Hell raise
Uranium shell grade
Razor that's well made
To slay 'em the stealth way
It's a freebee, my thoughts
Are mixed and matched
It's an EP fucker I'm just
Spitting raps
While my cynicism reaches superb
I nix the criticism way before it even occurs
Forgot the rest of the words
Don't remember the verse
I turn the rap shit
Into revenge of the nerds
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2. |
Astoria
02:08
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The whole bars on fire
Shit that's fine
And yall won't hire
If I did that crime
And so far I'm tired
Of the live fast grind
But my bars are fire
So I spit that rhyme
I really wish i had my pops
I really wish he hadn't clocked
Sometimes i sit and stare at all
His old ID's and scattered socks
Drop a tear
I catch and stop
Put it behind a padded lock
Think about my peoples overseas
My heats a shattered box
I think I ought to someone
I hear it helps
But getting outta this shell
Is worse than fear itself
So now me and my older brother
Don't really talk anymore
I think my father death's related
But I'm not really sure
I tell myself it's cause I'm busy
And an I'm rocking a tour
But it's more
For grief
Ain't no one providing a cure
Suffer visibly
had enough of misery
Every time I make one of these songs
I'm never listening
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3. |
Inereyes
02:13
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They giving us flack
For all the shit we tagging
In the city streets though
I'm bare ass
It's confusing all these pretty people
A square path's
An illusion I consider lethal
One would rather die
Than end up snoozing with the shitty sheeple
And that's the clue that's gonna warn my motive
When yall look like food, we a swarm of locust
Lost my focus
Drunk off of boss shit
Slumped with a bird, with a rump from the cross fit
Pump up the mosh pits
Punks wanna cross wits
We beat a Nazi's brains with a brick chucked from Auschwitz
Aww shit, non violence, I'm just too forgetful
But when I say stuff
They don't hear it like they Lou Ferrigno
Back when he use to rip clothes'
I was spiting stupid sick yo
Now I'm feeling jaded cause it seems as if
The future's this close
Eve of destruction
You seeing the gumption
Of these niggas trying to battle
When they see you at functions
I'm busy homie
No pay no play
No games
In the booth
But we just stay all day
Engineer get the beats
If he stays on break
I need 8 more takes
Till I say OK
OK
You lil fuckers better learn to focus
And hunker down
I dog dare
You to let me hear
Let out another sound
H20, know it or not we run the town
When it comes to one of the elements
We don't fuck around
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4. |
Doyathng
02:27
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no i don't need an army of goons
or no wack rnb rappin harmony tunes
dope sandwich is the shit
we march in the room
all challengers get stick
in the heart with a broom
my niggas bang bang
john whitters spoon
stay on a mission
can't hang when i'm
talking to you
play yo position
stay in yo lane
i'm takin' you name
and make an ommision
it's the freakazoid
eat, destroy
creature from the deepest void
try to avoid prison
casue they'd probably wanna beat the boy
in more ways than one
i obsorb rays of sun
ain't got time to fuck around bitch
my foreplays the cum
i'm the lords grace
i even let my boy spary
the drum
right in your face
i'm playin yo i don't play with guns
i'm the knife
so i think i'd rather stab em in the neck and chest
then consoul your widow,
while she still all
in her wedding dress
the verse just took a turn
you look concerned
do i regret it, yes
but if the rhyme is sweet
you gotta speak it
never second gets
they said knife dawg this ain't no game
you gotta a bunch of raps and don't say no thang
in my defense, cause i will never take not blame
i do tug at the heart strings, it's just the kano way
take no breaks
we eating at a mako pace
i raise those stakes
so i don't ever make no waste
weather you straight as an arrow
or rainbow gay
my trans brothers and sisters
and the same goes race
you step to me on this mic
i will break your face
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