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 Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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All the Water flow
Metallic on Oil Glow
Royal row out the cold snow
I go below zero
The fear slow in sewed wrinkle
Kink you’ll think you pulled a murder
Caught curve your word up
I burned a third of the stuff up
Just now how that sound?
I got the ground steady as heavy
Current they murdered it
I swerve and wet with jets
Take off thrust you slept
On the lane swept with the kept back in school
Fools ruin education with the sensation
I copy vacation to take in the make it
Or break it
Copy paste kick in the bass kick
I laced Trip with Zip
I got the copy flip the botched heat is so sweet
I fin to reach out and touch someone
Beat the drum numb until I come
I’ve got a real Gun I don’t use it or abuse it
I lose it when I see kids pull tools and rip
I fiend for tight grip I never slip
A Soldier gets High
All they roll your eye cry inside
Times that slide past with the clash
I mash metal gear that sear
Kettle boil fear that oil near they clear
On that like a Gat
So all the Soldiers get High
I spot a dying breed of bleed
That someone seed my rhymes bleed
All over the place and I Ace
So all the Soldiers get High
I shy caught a rye exit the exist
Existentially eventually freeze
I top that ski the topic the heat
The defeated can’t reach it
We all Soldiers
All the Soldiers get High
All the Soldiers get High
One more verse in the Hearse
Grind metal the thirst
No spine and it’s settled
We designed to rock minds off the edit
You’ll credit the pull of the Dragon
All the Soldiers Shock Maximum
All the Soldiers get High
All the Soldiers get High
All the kids ground up in metal gears
The metal smokes and glows red
Like it’s said as I teach I reach the sped
Speedometer all heat need thermometer
To reach that to teach back at yah
I rapture the master mad hatter
On the platter I got fatter data
I scatter atoms across the fathoms
I spasm and complete the mind has em
Defeat the spineless jellyfish
As the metal gears grind all that exist
No spine with the twist I rock a lemon lime
Dime beverage for leverage
I heat and sever that head off
Trees
On skis
In the breeze
With Extra Cheese
Little Bs buzz
Around Cuz
As was
He does
Bruh
I cut
Strut
Don’t front
On the one
A ton come
From sum
I Gun up
That’s Sun Up
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/19/23 09:04 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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Smokin’ Ganja often
Open like a stack the track keep walkin’ black tall in the saddle
My Johnson act like a cold closed casket I flash it
I’m blasted on dope I task it
Mastered the smoke of Pot that Soldiers shot
Told you raw shit soften I cough in
I pop pills?
No that’s not mine skills that cold top 9s
I thrill it’s a walk to the time I chalk mine up
Close it the throw it around down to the ground
Suppose in this you defend hits that cold as old told you I sold you
On it once now I fold all the fronts up I stunt?
Luck
You could duck down as heard of a crown so what’s up now?
I Soldier BLAUGH!
Caught in a fold your charm as arm so I struck down
With a tucked one I plow through the tough crowd
As seen and heard like a bird not a fucking cow
I bow down to the crown I see like this
Wait no… That’s me I got a license
To dice in this roll twice the limit I split wire to the retire and what isn’t?
I been seen and heard the shit to beam and I murder threat
A Soldier with a Tech and an AK I just fiend in this to lead in this
Duck the spray
I’ve gotta function
To run shit from it gets the sum which is one past the last
Cream on this eye seem to be in lead play as day
Hit the Sun Ray flipped this Gray
Lit up the display that type is daylight
Seen a fight ignite abortion at night I will in right to tight this
My mic style crisp as I hold while I dis
Any trick bitch who try to switch
I fiend and get hitched a death wish on the part of the chart topper
I cold cop your stock rise shocker
That cluck ties in with the rise in eyes that cry and I blend
I seen them mend on defend that?
I be the rest that head rap as fell in this cap to dwell I repel
Any rap sell I like this in hell to dice up tricks just as well
I ring the bell Gold as fold all license cold as I slice in hold there
Meat as I each to his own blown
Off lift off the shown riff and prone to twist
I phone up the known with the fist I sho in this flow
With the mix up six up the bitch stuck as frisk
Shut out all the risk that’s dugout I rub out the word of mouth is
I fountains of lyricism that sure is this is prison
It gets colder and colder how I fold your shit up
I speak the hit up dip the truck to feed the funk punk
Lit the chump and proceeded to Forrest Gump
Lead in the trunk I got the guns
For fun in the Sun I blaze buns
Release bikinis that’s all you got to freeze for Gs to see these
Rhymes like Trees lit and still I fiend a Soldier fit
I colder with the Gold Crew flip
Write it a blip on radar stay far away
All Platinum in this decay as Soldier Spray guns
Release the funds that stay tons up in the come
I come sum the one with the spun relicense the numb
Yo I gotta hum this tune so soon in the dynamic doom of panic
I span it like bridge revive Soldiers in the fridge
It’s all about the digits I cold rigid with the midget
I been hit up the limit I cold send it to bend it and end it
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/20/23 02:32 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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Take fire
All once you been higher than the front I retired
I sight all flights rewired I tired of hits
From this with the Gun twist up they missed the hum
I run crisp like this
I dice tricks the mic mix up for fix
In the truck they stuck
Release they dump heat and on the Street
I track meet sap fleet
Attack geeks that flak bleak all over my sack each weak
I speak teach I height of the sheet dot that recline on bleep
I seek all the meek for they reach this release feed crisp
Duck the hedonist all beam did flip
The genius
Rip the flee shit off seen since
I wince when it comes to grimace I finish
All the spinach up smoke to the last puff
I cycle enough rough as handcuffed and stuck
Bucked off the luck of the draw was all you saw
Rewrite raw and pluck they bust the jaw and scrawl
On my wall
All I come call it fall bit the wallet I stick they ball it
And trick they get mauled and flip the Trip thick in the mix
All of the wounds
Cripples dipped in bitter
With their air ripped
I dare Trip
I dare flip they care about they scare you down around
I got the Crown
Licensed now as downtown
I rewrite this by sight I take flights and hype twist up a Spliff
Feed the gift of God as jog memory
All tend to see this and bleed reinvented seed mix of Cannabis
Man I run the glitch as seen in since
In the flintlock pistol as Rich pull up a fistful of Cash
In the stash I got the Ganja down to ash as passed class
Rewire the higher admire the truck tires I fired up
Tired of the pluck thing with one Wing I sing
Methamphetamine
Gleam all on the team
With all the beam
In this clean with the glistening
I fist in this seen they get pissed and flick wrist
I dissed a scatterbrain latter maintain in the lane
Seen this all in the flame
All aim is
Crates of the flame and adjust
Blame is
What became is the famous maimed twitch with stitches
Glitches off they hitch is the liquors
Sip down Gold Chains with blades
Rewrite this with Ace of Spades
I got shades
I mic is made the type to swipe As off the hype
Might this tight
I take flight and light up the brightness is wiped with
The cloth the make shit shine as time in the boss
Recline in sauce I seen it ease into it
Through screw as you new wing in this exist
I bleed plead the fifth
A rich kid flips
As grips of Cash got the black sash
Master this crab your fist as mixed
With the violence I while in it’s style is prohibited
Your shit is limited edition and cause friction
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/20/23 07:12 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I soft style
With hard influence we screw into this
Rip Blue Fists as true this
Flew fist of the rule exist as new mixed in
I written the hits in this
Some bit and tried to compile while I smile I profile
I file into the wild winds sin to
Blend violence into the been through that true as black act
Flew across the map as rap
I maximum sacks with the hum wax
I love Ganja as bomb as facts stung one relapse with the caps
I got to tax maximum with the funds you want
I sum of the front on the stunt that brunt of all
Wall to wall crawl all install a ball even
Like even Steven Ganja rein it the right bleeding on sight
I Wing is white to feed into the hype I mean to
I’m Mike Neidlinger
With the 9 chains fingers as danger made of
I fade the plate that spin
I begin to entrance defense intense
I sentence back when this was black
Mention this act as the track record that second guess in the flesh
Text torn in it
A War you can’t win it so don’t begin it
I need Gold and Platinum chains
Extinguish the resist on the Trip that injury rip me
I sin to G like that fat Gold Chains on the Map
WIth Water Fasts Platinum
All baseball bat come from the Sun
I run a ton offa Gun that hype numb
We release drugs into the mix to fix it
Yo you witnessing greatness as I fade hits
The blades slipped across flesh bleeding to death
Just one left one test
Fresh for the fun to flex on one hum
All of us rung Kick Back in the Sun
Like this numb I’m a cyclist with the Sum
I shot this to clock riches offa the victorious
Yo pour me more of this I warning in the twist
To before seamless and the stream did flex
I beam with this text I lean on it
Take Bong hits as I roll messed with the patrol
They Gold and X off the spot wrecks
Index with the rest I in it next to feed it
To speed with I pay heed to warning
Seen soaring stocks rise with Psychedelic Eyes
Water fried me in the laundry
As I serve a sight to see
Flight to be
Just gotta get the right keys and free on this GP
Dark Shades
Rhymes with these glasses fades all the classes
Mix up batches of cement it’s how I invent
Seen the intense
I got 5 years of heavy drugs on me
In a Chinese Laundry
I Storm Free the brain before keys
I got cheese I rock down freeze
Dark Shades
Yo I got it made with the blades
Dropped on this stays
WIth the Glock torn through fools
I can’t stand a fool in school
Violence in the rule
They need Dark Shades
I was born with them torn with them
Scored an exit to check hectic schedules
Reflex hits the metal tense kettle boils
All Oils I rock this Gold Foil I boy I’ll
Coin a new one now as lyrical POW!
Hits the Dark Shades
Everyone gives and take
Yo gimme a break and supply these
Rhymes G it’s a crime see?
I can’t deny G I recline spot fee on 9
Rewind
Dark Shades
Everyone’s graves is marked with an arcing
Electric extra head hit the pavement
Till the rain fell as bell
I can’t stand this hell I been through dwell with
Dark Shades
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/20/23 11:00 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I lock up
Get high sing a song
And frosting on the cake baking
Taking in the making of the movie raking the moon soon to scoot by please
Your eye got a disease
I float fly on these herbals
I worked to heaven and then entertain hell in the brain
Down twisting lanes
With the tight game
Everyone in the flesh became the same name as famous
I behave as thus reclaim the dust blood stain you trust that
Copycat can’t rock that rap
A gun tapped the metal said federal criminal
It’s minimal and now I got the within to pull
I fix it fully with the coiled heat Royal Suite
I boil beats cook them down for like weeks
To retrieve the essence rock fresh and top dress the soil
All I toil over is to grow Ganja for a Soldier
I sold solid cores from stores for Wars yo
I was born to blow
Thought you slow up when you see the Psychedelic Freedom
All P went with the rent and all the rhymes are bent
Drug Wars as scores
Settled with the edibles
I credible witness that mix in
The substance
Puncture with tons of lift
That done right hit the bong
Lit
Come along to the song
Yo bring your friends along
For the Journey
We burn heat
Street
License defeat through the Ice
And complete roll the dice
You so sweet
Got your head wrapped in sheets
Of LSD
I’m on Trees a lot
Ganja Weed
Something Speed this place fronting
One thing I know
Is to get this show on the road
I’m on Water Liquidation
Cause the brain with the station trip
The song skip I do a flip
Unzip unwind and dip
Into the medicinal
Pharmacy of the variety
I signed and see the blind
Reading signs defeating minds
Drug Wars as scores
We ballin’
Until the style returns all styles get burned for miles I churned
Up the firm famous lane just as they bust
I seen the hush
Flush out they cussed out rusted the route
Come on down to see town
Strike it how you like it now?
I got further BLAUGH! Blow your brains out straight how
They date it to fade it bladed
I made it
Ray of Sun came to bake me a ton
Let’s have some fun and share guns
You don’t got one you catch a hot Sun
Botched the job and done
Oh what have we become?
We’ve become numb with the Sum
I run up with a ton up
They try to fund they shit like a ton that’s split
I sock you in your shit with the license they strike real itch
Son of a bitch like me just G
Tree off the lead with Speed
Make them seed breed the eat that shit and scat like a cat
I be right back feed the track meet
Plus that feet use read gats crushed
Master thus as it has to be
The last fool who tried to see got cancelled on some Weed
Yes indeed
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/21/23 04:34 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I drink from a Golden Cup
I move smooth not rough
I such as they busted my ass and I smoked a lot of Grass
As a kid
I hid from the big ones that’s bid
I pick from the hits of quickness
You be the bitch in this the distance
I wish hits would come back as sack
The fist from the attack
That mix Suns like tons
TKOs GTAs and ODBs
I like this mics I seize and grip
Priceless
Wu tapestries
You can’t clap these Gs and freeze
I like this up I mic this up
I psychologically pluck the ice truck
With numb nuts they in the cut
Shut out like a gun route
Yo you heard about
Thugs scream and shout
Sing shit
Like this I sit one out and hit the spout
Golden route
Cold as the tap that come from clout
I been up and down
Earned my crown
A smooth takeoff
Into the trip that takes off trip you skate on
And gone
I like to smoke a bong
I hit the song up
Gone in the cut for nuts
Ruckus as the truck get wet I success
Freedom into beams then I clean and
Redeem men for the ten speed cap this on Weed
Sacks with the bleed I recede
Did the deed and feed
Plea bargain for the hard in it
Till they market crazy trick like arcs it fit
The darkest set
That park you bet
It’s the mark and I jet
Long hair got you in
To the drug scene
Kids get scared over a little psychedelic
Trigger finger itches yo go tell it
It’s intelligent
The mushroom alien
Speaking from the days you want sailing in
The fungus
All tight all in among us
The night comes
Rubbers bullets
Shoulder holsters
Cold Worlds
Old and Young Girls they called
Balled
All of the threat that’s murder
Jet up the block and don’t stop
Stuck that
Bring a buck off a track with a dove of peace
They suck at
To say the least
They buck back
Deceased on the streets
You could rub black
Backwards on a Bud cap
Smack further and further
With a burner
A murmur was all you heard uh
I murdered this kid for slid
Into a bid I did him
True as skid that ass send it in
Up fast up the creek
Of shit that sheet is ripped
I tripped to the beat and drum defeat
All others meet and greet
Seen a sucka ass feat of strength
Gank the length and spank the plank
He got shanked
Torture
Or a cork pulled with an automatic rifle
A heavier arm got it on the farm
To say darn damn all chill as I am
I camera flash in the cash that sat in stacks in the back
I jack up the max up with sacks up
Turned black but my last cut was Gray
Any day I turn in and slay delay the fade with blades exit
I wreck check it with extra freshness
The defness I left with the said Trip as head flip
You could do a deadlift
And instead sift the sands on command
Taking brand into understand
Where it land is barren fair in the game square in maintain
I’m an old member in the lane
Drain the brains out as they flame out
I sick the name no doubt down the candy cane
With this explain I like to lick the sweet shit
I mix a fleet in the heat within reach to teach each
Murder for the beast serve a feast to the rest
I come abreast will this mean sex on X till they flex and wreck double decker?
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/22/23 09:27 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I like Dragons and Birds
On the way past the herd you could swerve through verbs
Player Haters firm in displays of triggers
I pull bigger figures aside and ride with the hide that gat inside for the Mac 10
Been back when a sack cost ten and extra meant the next serve was curve
Write a word back Bird and Dragon intact I flag in this
Mind fist
As I fence with weapons I commence to spread dense clouds out loud
You could hear the fog thick as wick
Light the trick in sticks we got blades rap shades of made men
All over then like four leaf clover seed the Soldiers in
They folded and I bend make I recommend that the head commerce
To practice the match lit and backs bit avalanche
With no chance they advance with the last grip on exit
They get flexed on and reign wrong in the exit gone off the head trip
Messed with I dead flip the rest hit
I head with a spread venom said intend to extend the dead end and
I defend everyone else as wealth for the stealth bomber
I calmer and on yah like yarn pulled
It’s hard to fully comprehend how I defend myself and make my way through
All I came to do was plain drew in the fields of brews I yield the ceiling
To the peeling revealing blood and steel in the mud
All the Coca Heads
Got Dreadlocked
They went to bed leaking snot out the nostril
Apostles of Christ showed up to do lines
They went snow blind
I couldn’t even find the rewind button
I seen a slut on the TV
As chill relax need be
To freeze Ps and Qs
Like this and without further ado
We strike this mic up the license
To dice and cut
Chop the slop up to rock cut
The Snow below zero with no fear
Heroes of Blow
Fiend to blow slow on Ganja Weed that we grow
You don’t like it so?
I show hype shit off a splice lit up the cable
Y junction for function
Don’t try to sunk one in to begin
You know it’s a sin
I flow from within the blow is kin
I fin to Dreadlock up now
I flipped a cow
A steer like fear I Tripped in the rear
Of the building they got killed in it yo
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/22/23 08:53 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I’m down to wreck mics
And clock a show that’s hype
Yo you still on strike?
I lit this up tight
Flip the flights on types to swipe
Gun Jive so I won’t thrive
I take a stage dive
Relay I’ve
Been into Sin and then again
I still got the upper hand
So my drug style land
In the gang
I hang with and bang with
Streets they rang with gunfire
Yo I won’t retire
I flip some fire and called sire
My wire got me in shot in the keys
With that Ganja that knot knees
I stop and cop a Pound
Please
Yo look around
I flipped a round
Seen a fountain about ten minutes past the end
I trendsetter
Get all my flows wetter
Like Water I don’t forget to
Met your metal in the settlement
All bet you meant that scratch
Back and rash ass kicked
The past I Tripped it
I ripped up a mic struck
All the Eminem kids grew up
They legalized Ganja
You got the bomb on yah
My Ganja grow sure
As pure I seen a cure
Lit the lure
On a skewer
Bought another Pound
Yo look around
My Purple Haze Crop
Was for days poppin’
A lot of resin from Heaven
Sent in the form of relief
Ganja for this grief
I got a farmer with a Spliff
I light the reefer
I feature the Ether connect
Inspect rhymes check that
I bring the whole mess back
And stress on Crack Cocaine
Black as a Cocaine Spot that Dot
I Microdot blot saw a shot out
Run down South with the house on fire
I admire a retired smoker
I’m one too
Been sober almost 22 years
Still for this tear I near
Yo look around
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/23/23 12:58 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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All 9s
UFOs win the fine wine contest
I lit a bombfest for the mom your rest is in the chest with heart
Don’t start to stop
I fiend to cop Sativa Glock with the cement
Top that with free rent and chops
Tops of Pot Plants advanced with the dance
It’s a straight romance
WIth the brains I lance a Gray Alien
It’s chill we just playin’
Yes I’m a Gray Alien all displayed case with the stain you in
Blood drips like rain but don’t see me complain
I lit this with the chain rinse different since I lit the Ganja Crop up
We stop up the bomb struck with top down rinse crown the block up
We stock up on buds like this we not thugs so flip the fuck off
And stuck your own shit in the duck sauce
Yo. I flipped the boss
A real Ganja Dance
All nightshade with the blade
I like to stay up late and spray an AK
Lit like a Sun Ray will in tight I play my Gong Fu
I’m considered Master of the true
I flow right past crews I shoe fits to the tool kit that rule split the fools up
I got this top skip the rock cut blip in the cut
So what’s up yo
I fiend to blow rip that current and murder hits off the iron shirt rinsed
On Ganja since I been a kid I slid
Into the middle I Trip the flip the huddle all mud pull up a stock Glock
I roll shots off the dock and spot the mop up
Job for the corn on the cob I got it robbed the train
All brain in this Dank Difference I thank the Veterans
Who brought us this all Soul Soldier in the fist
We flipped the script for Christmas wish list
The bank has the sank with the rank up
I man up the ran through it cut the truest with Blue but
I screw the new up I ruin the cut so what’s up?
I beam with the chucks extreme bucks off lean in gluts
The market ruckus darkest with the park in it adjust
The trust that fat cat absorbing rap with gats for practice
They can’t match this with the strap split in two
Latch lifted flew off the grew this with the cool twist
I fluid fist to it to the flew fist rule shit tool kit
Fully equipped Royal flip
I drip on Dank sank the tank in to spank just begin
I thank sin for the Hank Williams beans they spilled in
Release the villain back in and get killed in
We doin’ lab work
Jerk has the new synthetic work that shit credit in
The kin of medicine I’ve tried before
Been high on in the War kids die in
I try to spin on this new creation
I straight busted the station
With the make a ton trip the gun flipped they stunned
I One with Drugs
I thug pull a plug like rug from under you
It’s no trouble to do new drugs
That bubble
Like rubble of crushed civilization I seen the play skip stay lit then
I vacation I split a rain in the brain with the plain and simple
Synthetics caused a ripple effect
Now I inject straight up
Get my weight up hit a plate up
A mirror for fear to see yourself clearer I be
The man to ask with the task
I fiend and bask in the Sun
On Grass until the gun come real fast
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/23/23 10:32 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I had a City habit
I was back on it like a jackrabbit spit the new slang slung hang
With the gang back at the lab
I could throw jabs
Or go for death blow so I Set slow in the concrete blow bombs beat
The top fleet caught raw sheet
Of LSD
I seen NY on the fly times
I right in this with crimes my mic I’m on it like 9s on a gun threat
No sweat I pull up jet in the Limousine
I double team a chick
Dream of tricks I got Trees
Lift in the breeze now I seen the City
I tease a pretty little thang in the country hang in bunk beds
My munchies I fed myself lunch meat spread across the Street
I seen a kid defeated who rocked redid it shocked
By what the heat did
This beat slid in two
Rip crews off
Sip they flew flow lost it
It cost a lot and shocked
Everyone with the Glock talked
I walked and chalked up bodies
I spit a lot of heat
And my Gun is sweet
The laughing kid
Stops and masters slid in
To the figure 8
I got the ice skates too
I flipped a whole crew
That’s all I do
I right as true as flew into the cycle
I hype with the lights bright
I like the sight of chill types
No ill and bust pipes at will
This rap drill into caps
I slap up
Been back shut the case
Slap across the face to swim laps I taste
The cold black
Make the sack flame broiled
Baked Royal
Hit it late kid
I seen a Ganja bid
That’s how bomb my hit is
God as my witness
I rip thick in the quickness
I flick bic
And light the spliff
On Water
I shot the sheriff
Once you start Kali
You can’t stop Kali
I got my three ring
Busted heat swing
The Weed Wings
With Meth for Wingspan
Heat
Damn!
I need a sheet of LSD
Run tracks around laps
Try Peyote
And Ayahuasca
I been a boss to toss and cost yah
The more you Trip
The less you slip up push ego
Get up thread the needle up
On some Speed you heat and tuck one
With a Gun
Man it’s all about Drugs
Damn
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/24/23 01:18 AM)
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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Smoke a joint
Kick it
Roll up the wicked
I trick kids into thinking America is Great Again
I’m the Alien who tricks kids
I seen they slid into crews that bang and bruise
I lit up two joints in a row
Got me moving slow
I been done seen that shit so I bleed
I need Ganja Seeds to grow crops that tops stink like fruit flavors
Or Earthy, Spicy all types be
I’d like to cultivate to see all the variety
And a try a shine on
With my mind gone it’s gone yo
Bravo!
Comprende?
I seen that violent shit as dead spray guns no delay with no thugs
Team around a dream with the scheme
To smoke more Ganja Weed!
Peace Yo!
I’m a knife fighter
My future’s brighter
I lit a light here
All in fear put their tears in a cup and drink up
I hit up the sticky icky think I hit heat until they beat
I skipped the dead meat
For something sweet I like to bust a freak
I meet each day of the week with the Gs
I Trees to this like a Buddhist
I ruin trips that thick with stew in this rip
A new asshole seek out the gas in the cold
For mold I like to fold up life is a knife
That roll cut on they shut out
Spin around and dug out the crown cola
Of the Pot Plant, Hola!
I seen a pistola drawn so I go on to release strong
Flip the ski out the mix that shit bleed and they drip blood
In the thug you could see the wrong drugs
I fiend for Buds
Ganja that bomb on yah much calmer
All the drama that reinvent the wheel seal the deal
With sacred smoke from the work of kids woke I peel
A cap intact with the strap they lack skill to kill
And will to fill up the chill I reduction
Kill the function
My Glock is cool like school
Slept in drew the Weapon on children
You get killed in Wu Tang for ruling with slang I hang with
My gang Tripped remain ripped
In the sane lift up the brain twist Js all day in the rain
Let me explain!
Yo! I just did flow through slid
Toe down and roll crown often with the coughin’ up hot boxin’
Knock the socks off and
Smoke it often
From wake and bake to all day to go to sleep with a J
That’s the way I play
My baseball bat slay but I pain in stain with the gain for aim
I Tripped it slipped it up tip top slippery thick with beats
Sick to see the fleets bumping the Streets off with one thing
The gun ring
Methamphetamine
I clean it and beam through a dream like lit
Skip the hip hop to drip drop of the pot
With the Glock we got Captain Spot on the Roll and Rock
Like it to bike up I type to cut the swipe off
Of the Yard so hard play tune like a bard with shard of dark crystal
Got a pistol in my pocket
Now I just rob express top dress the soil I like to smoke Hash Oil
From Crop that’s the last stop the train takes to go get baked in it yo
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-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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I washed my brain
Lifted in the frozen rain down the drain
Ice crystals Mics a pistol
I Iced out to route
The sound out the town down
Ripped around flipped a noun then
To the bound ends
I found a Benz
I love the Phat Ganja Stack!
Release it back into the system
You can’t miss this one!
This Gun is so Phat Bird I call it 3rd
First in the chill for thirst until ill
Oh well
I seen the the Drug Connect pure
Tripped it fewer and you do her
You got to light up the true as core to the War
Stoner before and after I Master
I did it in the past but still I got the stash
On my task I got that yo
Rocked back and forth bro
Seen it in the cold and it doesn’t get old
It’s a bold flavor to savor
See it now and later
I love an Ice Skater
But I got a date a Ganja Caper
With the Vapors of the make your shit 8
I slipped in weight sacks
No tax on the Black Gold
Sold!
Drug Heads get stormed by the Federals
I letter opener to the skull fully dull
Broke open they soak in blood
Seen the cut above I rub a dub truck
Out of luck I pluck
Seen it tucked in the guts
Refrain from Brain
But I throw Fastballs in the lane
The last gasket busted
Steam escaped the place
Was laced with blades
All over shades
I hit the fade switch on dish satellite
I seen it just might cream to rein
I dream of the team smoking Ganja Green
Me and my wife scheme and plot on dot
Seen the spot and G in the lot for the cheese
Make it breeze ache it disease don’t fake it
We shake it bake it
Rake the lunar surface for first bets
On Gun threats from drugs yep
Grow
Rows
Frozen
Rolls Royce
Choice
Voice
Flavor
Moist
Savor
Behavior
Danger
Labor
Cannabis
Crop
Shop
Glocks
Stop
That
Cat
Back
On
Crack
Jacked
Smacked
Up
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
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Mind Fist Boxing
Ganja was the Oxygen
Shrooms lit up the box you in
With deadly venom I send murder threat
To the heads not seen in a dream
I beam like this
Triple team on this
Lean on this
Get pissed at a bastard who ain’t seen it last kid
Got plastered all over the wall in a brawl over the fallen I ball in
I tall in it
OD on Shrooms the limit you hear booms
Yo gimme it
Commit
Suicide
All fin to get the ride collide in the Mind
Mind Fist Boxing
I need the High Times to return
The Y burns the mind as I turn into myself to find lyrical wealth
I’m stealth bomber later tonight I’m a skater
Real nice no Gold Plater but solid
I got a fat wallet intact
I could use puffs of Ganja to put my bomb there on the map
Reload and dap
Cap a rap slap up a trap bitch killer
No one iller than Gangsta
To shank to sank the bank fraud applauded
I caught it serve it rotted I shot kids
Did a lot of bids talked through the skids
Release skids in the plate fate brings us back around again to date
Servin’ bounty to mop up in the county jail
WIth no fail some people drink like ale
Ice cold pale of beverage for leverage
I never been dry as soon as they gun shy
I ripped an eye
I served in multiply function high as assumption
My Water is just starting to kick in
Take this ride for a spin
A Soldier without a War
I got a four four
I lit the tore through born as true as drew down
Crews rounded down demanded Crown Buds
Of the Pot Plants Thugs
Got a lot to sound like they tug hype the luck you right on
To smoke some bong hits
Instead of White powder clips
You can’t trust that shit
Even pharmaceutical grade you catch a blade
Man Made is the worst
I thirst to see a curse burst through on glue gun
I flew some down the rule of thumb is prep the ground
On crops I lounge nonstop
Steel in the Pounds rip around I found a sound type I like
Lit a cordless mic to steel in the strike
Feel good
Real good
All release this through the hood as up to no good
Knock on wood I seen Soldier stood through Green Trees
Ganja is a knees knock wobble hobble skip around to the town
Oh man I trip it through the mountains get lifted
Ripped hits big inhalations
The sensation caused was pause to no comment
As my bomb get astonishing
I strong on the Wings not to sting
But to chill and not ill
Release still they steel in wielding
Peeling Meth and shit like that sound like Death
Thanks Shiva for the Ganja Breath
I clock left turn and burn one for the Sun on a run now
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/25/23 06:30 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I flipped a small Island
Style with an airstrip
Catch Trips from the shrooms native
I late to trace on a Spliff that came from us
Your Gun you bust
As ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
The knife they thrust for blood red
The mountains we count to ten backwards and hit up the Last Herb we got
We grow a lot of Pot
Tropical
Long Season
All these Trees freeze us in the breeze and
You need to adjust
To smoke Weed and
We call it feed head
As Cream hit we lit till we bled Deadhead
The rows shows the crop pop us it’s popular
But don’t take our word for it
Ask a Bird who Lift through the sky and Eyeball
The sky fall as I align tall to ball
We install the Wall
Call it called I solved
Money Bags got that jagged edge
That cross path with a sledgehammer
Our shit is so far from Bammer
You could jam to the fluid
Run right true slid as Blue Kid
Knocks the tools hidden
We get right in and light up within
To type that’s ripe
You can’t trust a Gun Hype tonight
Through Snow and Ice
I triple Spliff twice with the ripple
Dip into the lick
I stick one Gun
Sum
Come from that
To run rats out
Shout out to the chemist who made my bad sack
I run a track backwards
As sack further and further from the sound of Stony Buds
I like this to rub rest a dub to the chest
We get it flesh fresh
Type A grade with death dismayed we in the shade with a blade
Right now so why you act that style
Can’t you see a crew smile?
Soul Child Gold with the stolen profile from the Green Mile
I got the pile over there
We softer than air
Like this crews stare as they hype beware
You could dare brave the slave fully at a rave
Trust they caved in
I rain then
To train these kids on some shit they cold flip for
Lit cores through as Wars drew to a close
I suppose God grows in rows and rows of Tops
Pot is my hot buy for the Y I dot it
Try to stop it you could get popped in the substance abuse program
Yo
Cut as a mattress
To black factor that hack heads sack there
Spare the air of dare you to compare wear through new shoes
In one day gunplay
Something to say a ton spray
As like this delay in the decay with the fade I grade and trade
Makes the blade A
Tripped it stay in Trip to lit as it’s thick I spit
Rhymes gun crimes out the Soldier find as Cold World
Burned through told you the cold crew drew like a fool in school
With the gun tool
Weapon I crept in slept in the major hay there as bucket bare
I split the scene and rewrite the dream as light cream
Busted the seam trusted that scheme
As duck you out of luck till you scream
See what I mean?
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/25/23 11:37 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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A bud does
As was as you rub
Trouble out
Put a double out
To run down the fraction what you hum so loud become magnetic attraction
Just a fraction of rap kids
Seen the shit for real hit
I peel quick
Seen the steel spit
I feeling get dance on the ceiling bet
Revealing threat
Sucka seed that’s bet
No Weed you caught a Tech I bet
Inject the scene with blood and sweat
And tears
We don’t drink beers
We shift into gears that’s high
A Soldier ran dry as Eye as cold crew Y you ask?
I murder class with the wrath
Split the dash like dat ass
I fiend for cash spit the math lit
That’s backward shit and you cold split
Drew a fit rule as trick with the tool
Lick
Drew down around crew sound brand new found
All Pounds that blew I’m down
To smoke a ton of buds
Like that you got nugs and hype that up the track
And back down
Wrap around lenses like Mercedes Benzes I’m the freshest
Who left quick took the exit while they flex kid
A Magical Assassin
What a task to bask in the Sun after you done
I chain up in the lane up to Brain up
Put the flame to the Ganja and came up
I split the name up
Whatever you call it I Ball it
Fit a tall glass of hit that then quit that
Release a flip sack
Mushrooms black intact with the facts straight
You get your gat in the face
To be the Ace you gotta take the face value of the down crew
Relax and drew weapon then kept steppin’
I reppin’ martial to split a car full of heads that’s cash then
Release a cap spread across the map
Your Soldier is fact of the matter release shatter
On Psychedelics a Veteran Scatter
And then come back together forever I seen it a Martial Treasure
Since I turned a screw up the new cut
I seen as such as they hush
I felt a rush as I cut through the gun drew
All like this food for thought as strike back
I lit a type trap up on the map
Release the track to black out
Hit the Trip down as we sip and pass it around
The ground we took shook as I take a look
On the Psychedelic
I get the hell a lit illuminated real straightened out as Ice Skate did
The plate slid across facts as black
Relight the sack I tight back in it right after the medicine hit me again
I rendered sent and delivered I swim in a blood river
As I give yah a reason to live
I strike within the type to spin
A crew can’t win
Until they seen the dream as the team seek the Cream
I seen it in a dream
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/26/23 03:07 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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A nice shirt with no shorts
Go through War through as tough and rough stuff
Core drew the storm blew the Sun away
Each and every day it’s like this delay
Priceless
I lit a mic sip a nice drink of some shit
I ice in the Trip pick up twice as much stuff
Yo we go slow and off the cuff
We such and such as we crush
Like it or not we smoke Pot
We solo on Microdot and spot the shots out
To run route Soldier as fold there to torn air
I been born from the player way there
Gettin’ high sometimes dry
Always clock party time with a lot of shine
In the brine it’s mine to stop on a dime
And relax recline
Will in it to drink the wine
Stay at prime with the mind like a diamond
Practice the sticks
Each stick is different
Wood and Length are determinate
I learned that in college
I gathered knowledge
Filled up my brain with my training
With good technique
The type that freak
Each day of the week
I clocked 5 hours
I developed super powers
I lit the towers up
With the prison guards
And I escaped the yard
I’ve been soft/hard ever since
Training makes me grimace
So to finish I will say
Practice sticks every single day!
Disney had the magic pixie dust
As each kid trust the Dis for biz
I whizz all over the four leaf clover
Where it is is yellow
Hello fellow I got the dust jello
I tell slow how hell hole is the patrol
I let it roll
Tore it fold molded
I’m old on bids and cold did skid on ice twice
Mix it nice
I like a Ganja Cigarette triple threat
Grease is cheating
So I’m beating everyone out no doubt
Passed the receding bleeding
I’m weeding out my garden
By a sharp margin
Stoney hit the target past market
How dark it get?
So stark I bet I net profit
Don’t stop it I pop it all shock fit
The stock itch
War with the Glock Stitch
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/26/23 10:32 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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Real scrape by guy Hi!
I busted your eye with guys watching
Stalking the pot smoke rings
That folk music brings
OK Everyone sing!
Folk Pot Music
Folk Pot Music
How much do you abuse it?
Hit the alarm snooze with it
To bruise itch smooth move crisp
Dynamic duo
That food glow bright inside tonight I light
Upside down frowns to crowns siphon off gas laugh
Put you in the trash and cast the mask was a task
The flask had hash oil boil it Royal spit
Intelligent with the relevance to bell in it
I just sell a lot of shit
Put it on split the atom
Iranians? Don’t get mad at em
With the gat then
Fix the program so all bros slam heroin
A terrorist nation causing inflation
No gas for the USA then!
You can’t always follow the way of the Water
Sometimes you harden up
To garden up with fresh fruits and veggies
Nuts, seeds all types of Trees Ganja
I’m on a one so Sun sung the song long ago
I since that been throwback
Got hit in the nose black and blued
Tattooed
Spirits are they fear it but hear it
I steer the ship around the pier and slip away
Every day Every Sun Ray lights my way
I’m a Soldier from the fray and I lay
Rest my head
So many now are dead like I sped into a crew
Of fools and drew down smoked them fools clown
I service a noun I’m always around
I got a pound tre click that spray up a whip
I’m fully equipped skip the record check it
Don’t flex on it in seconds I get raw offer
I soften the core for more to just pour forth
I lit a base torch and scorched rocks
All around my block I leave kids in shock
From the Crack and Ganja I stack
On Fast Water Platinum facts that is in the biz yo
Mafia Drug Traffic
Get spastic off the Glock plastic
I mastered it except I need more shit
Tore through hit the whole crew lit with War drew the Gun
For sum I liken this to anything fun
Any one wing stung sing the song bring it along with the King
I got the swing to fully ring on a fool
Bring it on cool I ring around the Rosie duel
I so full of fuel that I’m cool
I rule school lift the fool up
Hit a new drug
Synthetic
You could get it leaded threaded hits that fed it
Dead that clip the gun rip
The hum drip with shit
Numb off the Cocaine split
In the dope game I proclaim myself a master of it
The last time I did shit I got a bad sack and flipped
Don’t do drugs back at the lab they cold stabbed me
Grabbed me and had me fully bad but I ski so I had
A good run for fun I should stun the crowds come
Around to the ground with the pounds
Lifted in the lounge that’s how we get down
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/27/23 09:19 AM)
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I used the 3-MMC
As a party drug
And also to backwards cold rub
I dub a tub of it I run that shit
Come with it fitted Game Tight written hit in the night glisten type to dis in
The rap game all slang I seek to maim and kill
Rifle ill mics I drill until I top bill for the program
Get the jam to flow yo so I scan the land
I got it ran the topic BLAM!
I often soften on drugs coughin’ off tokes broken like jokes
I get the smoke in
Fuck synthetics
I just want Ganja Magnetic
To edit I deadlift twice my weight head space for fate to take place medic
I make it with grace flipped the bass and gave you a taste of the race War
It takes Freebase Cocaine core as lacked triple threat in space
Will this Tech make it great again?
No way. I’m Alien I got the Gray blood stem stem from Blue
And you know who!
War Torn Born
I’m the last of the real Welfare Cheese with the disease
Section 8 straight pop the plate like mushroom date
The custom was to wait for it
I tore it though before it glow
Just so you know I blow stacks
Chill relax in tax I max with the triple stack burger you heard uh
I murmur in my sleep the curvature don’t weep
I like to count sheet as busted drugs sweet
Like this complete defeat and ownership
I’m in the zone and ripped
Tight grip on the Ace of Spades with blades
We hype this and mic this up for days into nights and back to days again
Every time I send it I’m bent
I invent new drugs synthetics with my chemist
We custom tailor to mail you the shit later we skate here
For fate brings us near let’s have a beer I like to steer
Drunkard catch them sunk Word Up
I’m in the truck with beams so it seems my microphone gleams
I lick drew steam and sweat all types of checks I flex
And proceed to the next bleed
It’s in the text so the lex read I like speed
Methamphetamine
I came down off an Ounce of the shroomy boomers
I drove motor scooters into a chick’s hooters
I flew in full force to course through sooner for sports
I retort contort and cut farts
I chart with martial arts I’m smart
I dart in by thin margin to charge ten fools take them to school
Like this cool I bike an itch for shit stool
Bitch got pissed and fueled a War on the Gaza Strip
I flipped and tripped a cold drip off the lip to save slip
I base the place Cocaine lifted names for type brains
Will in the same the game each kid came with I stain Trip the flame lit
Man you gotta do the OZ of shrooms
I fume and consume more till I tore off the shirt backwards
Through a sack curse for bad words that birds rap
Fully loaded caps with the max I flask of oil hatch that shit like Royal
I coil into snake space takes places in Ace
I Tripped Melted Face with the case in hand
Make this land in outer space on an Alien Planet
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/27/23 11:15 AM)
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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We tortured
Scored a Warfare count to ten backwards straight on the air
Late show all who relate flow on tracks we skate glow
I bring up to roll with all the tortured team I pack steam heat
Busted a beat through a sheet of LSD sweet
I like a track meet when the starting gun go off a murder soft
We flow like blood loss
Hit the gloss you got sauce yo
Money for Gun Heat to run the Street
I from the Keep the backwoods off sweep I attack goods
I straight on the drugs like wood
I shouldn’t even but I rein
The 3-MMC game
Will it came like flame with no name I put out the box drain
Everyone needs to learn how to mind box
To knock off shoes and socks
Pros can’t clock even so I stroll through the Old West like cement
Cowboy quick draw
Tortured and that’s law down raw just like you saw seen
In a dream I got tortured by the scheme
I need shit
I relax made famous with aim to next display the Gun
For fun I cycle run the type full of hype I pull
A sweet one off hum for they stung I got to run now
Or a Soldier come back POW!
Murder civilian further for children who killed in Wars filled in the morgues
I scored lit this ripped it poured
The wicked that’s the ticket I stick it
It’s a big difference with the stiff hit
I riff shit I need hits to take to bake flipped the cake
Make it great I on the plate spinning
I win in the thing I bring with Wings sing this
All hinge offa drug fest that rob the rest you suggest
I test but I don’t mess I just get the bread out the fed
Hungry money is something to see
I run the Street I’m telling you
I’m the one belling through as I pick up a brew or two
Or three or four they kick down the door
So I soar and lift then to the core I kick the shit out of tricks
Cycle the money hit
No shit pull the trigger itch
i figure eight skate the glitch you could get rich to this
Like crisp with the billfold that’s Real Gold
It’s Wu Tang
Bloody Wu Tang
I could hang when I bang I got a rag that’s red
I chopped off the head
I soul instead I bold with the fled fleeing
All Gs rein
To state the fate with beat breaks it takes this
Like a rapist they stay in shit
I flake off bit sew pieces of the deceased crews each is
The stone seen with the slid the bones I Jones before
Hit the low floor slow before the War with rip torn
In the lore we scored
Flipped it forward thinking Soldier inking
In the drink been even
I got the rein to bleed then
Yo
I seen the whole War before I flipped the core
I wrote that War as right back soar
On the Ganja Bomber on Water
I live like I thrive I caught yah high on the fly
Tripped it until you die
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/27/23 10:37 PM)
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,952
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 27 seconds
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I sniffed a sack of meth
And turned dead left on some Reefer
The shot at the teacher was a feature of the Program
All my shows jam to rows and rows man
I say why you got to front like that showing colder as a bolder cat Soldier intact
When you ain’t even on the map?
I rap up to cap up slap up bitches
I don’t Mac to bitches who God as my witness get they tricks skidded
I tight fitted with the hype written I swipe a card to got hard I drink Chardonnay
I always get play and I Soul to Soul fray
In the decay raps I slay like this way I told you to smoke Hay
I’m bold crew through the mold and molded to gray
I Soldier to slay
A Soldier on point every day
I cold through the play fading into restating the obvious
Like why you slob a job when Y you since robbed
I got a high now to recline POW!
I Soldier how I do it to run though it
Twist these Blue hits off a movie skit a doozie
Flipped a bitch in the jacuzzi
I ain’t new to heat on the Street
I saw a movie about the beatdown
I bust through a cloud like a Sun Ray like a Mushroom Peak I reek of Ganja
Lot as one on it on it it’s the bomber I taught that to stay calmer
All the drama boils down to a trip we don’t sip we OD and we hum
All like this cold numb
What you do when you hear the drum beat?
I hear vibration a way from my Meth days and on Trip a blip
We could hook this party up thick to start heat
A shark swim and look for shark meat
A dark ski in the park bleeding
All I see is a mind’s eye receding into the defeating
Why you want a sweet thing?
We got five flavors in majors that’s the stages like a rocket
Don’t jock it I pop hits like wristwatch I glance at
Took a chance in rap and put straight on the map
For my cap
I flip the stats and back at it
A fool came with the gat like a tool and cold fat and max it to track spit
The has it flip the sip
With this light with I know I’m some shit offa big hits of Psychedelic
We artistic with violence
Like a BJJ fighter I tight here with joint locks
Proceed to blow stocks out the Weed I got Glocks
I shock this indeed I pop it
I topped it so long ago I blow minds away real slow
I told you shoulder over it or pop you closer to the hit
I shock you supposed to hit like a stalk to the Ganja Tree
It’s like this you could see I Master P
You don’t even have a chance to flee
I gank your knee when you turn and run
I know you got the gun punk ass so I soul to soul real fast with the grass whiplash
I seen the Master chance to factor have the lance and not backwards
I attack 33rd on this
I word up to the death kiss from death wish
I sight in the crisp tight too
I’m artistic with Gong Fu I’m telling you
I just gel in the crews who fit flew is the intent
We drop tools off for one cent they bent and try the entrance
I mean defense in this
I chemically dependent and got a diamond pendant
I reflect Trips
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/28/23 07:37 AM)
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