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Solid Log
Hollywood
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We clean off Before rein the boss We lead losses and gains The brains fry on Psilocybin We trip in n-dimensions Everyone flex and You could bet the best blend Smoke a few joints on point We set trends around town as down We light a clown up On the Street Street Struck As heat tucked All bleeped up I creep I Soldier sleep as untold grief I’m molded seek The hold on it to fold onto What you gone through I hell I storm brew as well I smooth gel I’m Fasting as last thing Title vital to get high Water Cost recorder What a Trip! Sort through as court drew Up the documents I rocked you since I was on top and rinsed my walk Tripped as Squawk I lost a lot Of weight on the plate Serving fate on a dinner date Later yo
We catch a Euphoria off the Herbs That’s Word to Bluebird As third as curve swerve Into the burn in you learn in I turn into the Bluebird All you heard my song chirp I drop the bomb We got it hot to top it to the tip We rock it rip like clockwork Science defiant I’m a Giant in the Herbal Network That head shot got your head to work Now you churn in earnings Rolling like a Soldier with Wings Make it burn and sting I got the King Piece Release as each as each reach The Euphoria I copped Ganja smuggled into Florida I tore on yah Herbals This word up valves control the fluid Right to it we true as the New Kids On The Block With writer’s shock I control the lock I hold it down smoke some Pot Pass it around Everyone CHILLIN’ NOW!!!!
Crystal Ice as Pistol Connect with the Nike checks I serve and protect I turn in to tune in and drop out Like I rock around the clock I talk like an expert reflect jerk Back at it with the tragic Magic seen I had it Green Leaf Retired Reefer Head As heat torn and bled enough I said I rough core as puff Herb Relief as bird to the key trip I speed flip retire hip Admired for the expired I lift Get it with the head fit the wire I set it back an Empire Like they sing choir All of us Buyer of the Herbals Word and shall burn Eternal The flame with the same aim As cold came I shot dice explain Why I knock twice I herb and I spice Word To 33rd I’m a Weed Nerd who wants to burn again I serve it then Intend to cultivate a nice crop for my top Brain you match it maintain And pop chain Like this I explain how the device work
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,555
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 3 hours, 41 minutes
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I’m so into Pot I got shot at once for blunts I wasn’t rolling runts I twisted colossal all off the top I pull Shotgun hits for the Trips to rock it full The topic is Optical Fractal Psychedelic with the gel it My arms can cause harm so I kick it on the farm with stoners We all alone in the Universe cursed by the ride the hearse Police lurk and want to nab us We do a Rosin dab and just fabulous I grab the pipe and thrust forward toward the light and ignite on sight I like to get high and why you wonder? It’s because my number is one you under spell of like relative I celebrate big when I got shivved I write this trigger like this go figure I’m just the n!@@er I swig your lift burn the spliff Like that they try to strike back My mic is for rap as I cap type flat with gats My mic attacks the tracks on hype as wipe that ass on all types of Herbs Word I split a fast Bird to curve all that swerve Around the corner you a foreigner if you don’t fire up Wee me in the truck hauling harvest That’s as hard it gets We never flex
We shot Guns For someone to run up on Kind Nugs They must have not tried the drugs Fiend for cycle thugs We ripe as mug shots with Glocks That sure shot We the spot doctors choppin’ up words Methamphetamine birds we handle curves and bends Murder stems from our furthest descent We crescent moons and too soon they light up rooms We light up spoons to inject Infect with Techs we rule the spectrum To detect one of us takes a bonus run for sum We light it up and some, no, every Gun with we take the plunge to run Trip We tight in this thick with money grip and Gun on the hip We light a Spliff and tight to stay right on! It’s about time we smoked all day bongs We handle hot shit with tongs We got the prongs and dawn on the structure to puncture We rough and tough and can’t be touched as such score We cycle War and to the core as torn up worn through cut As sword drew
We light the Spliff for Pot headed stuff Pot headed stuff! We don’t make the cut we graded as faded We made it! Displayed hit on lit lit song The Trips on this we Shroomy intense Grew heat in rooms with the self defense we shock and Glock Talk moons in the sky All high off the dude’s supply we thank that guy Who brought us the Pot We drink Water a lot It’s onslaught mixed with the shot We stripe rocks and handle Blocks Thug off the chalk marked bodies as Plot thicken We Soldier in this quicken to thicken We stick in With the blades like Sun Rays We get lifted in the shade We tight with Grade A Hay Our supply you cannot deny Brought us to our very high stature That’s why we manufacture Hashish
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Hollywood
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Posts: 3,555
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 3 hours, 41 minutes
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I’m a nut glutton Release the cut in the front end We get bended off splendid beverages Rendered the Sun Splash as Cash Master that Fast with Grass To make a Sun Fast Your Gun up to the task With the heat brandished so sweet I Gun Heat in your mouth To Trillion Dollar down South The Million Dollar Planet they ban it I cram in into the Brew Finish you who in this slew as Guns Drew? I liken to crew responsible In the Hospital I visit true As fin back the Ganja Stack with run through Hum and flew offa lung I just numb and basic bum in The Matrix As this place set at the table bet I label As brand cables through the sand and land A job with the mob finish that Like corn on the cob
I recommend Herbs So you could say word up I done it No numb from it the Sun hit my plastic Tech With elastic stretch I gasped for breath From just one hit left? Never that. We rich with plenty to always crisp up We run the Streets with no heat I done with beef I through with the truest as cap keeps Back they flew this Reefer in Take that for a spin Have a close kin revoke your weapon for steppin’ People threaten so bet in The lesson from the profession I crept in License with the mic it’s just dice rolled All under control people murder while they stroll It takes a toll on a G homie We always lonely the crew is so thinly seeded We breeded bred very few in the true USA With Guns kids play I light up the night into day
Guns run dry So we get high To up the supply we jack for baseball bats We make match We ill in this to scratch Cocaine backwards Insane Tokes blurred my lane I Soldier in flame to hole with the aim I light brains Let these Wingtip sips brighten flips With fight in the tight then Gun ends when crews send They bent All relief aid spent on Cocaine and Weed Herb Ganja we float a lot on the song fair As gone across the airwaves So stay tight and stay brave Like a slave I rewrite the blood stains I just might Frighten a little kid on sight doin’ a bid Just walking down the Street I lock it down with the fleet With White Heat Slither Snake to the beat All punk crews are fake as feature that takes wind to seek The reek of gun smoke as a joke I try to provoke peace But it always ends with blood red Cocaine tends to blow brains and like that Set A lot of Sets just need to wet with drugs and practice martial arts yo
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,555
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 3 hours, 41 minutes
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I got a warped lens Straighten it bends taken out With restaurant quality I got a crew following see I jolly be up to folly with the tight keys My gun bleeds soul As feed flow indeed with the proceeds glow on some Methamphetamine I got a team that beam and lean on crews Seen as fools in the Order to sort through crews sort uh I retort first as burst works it the thirst My Gun hurts to carry I bury before I marry I get scary yo Like wind blow a fairy dust smoke as rings blown The cycle shown as roll I control all the folds up I sold a truck to an old duck With a bat scatter much fatter than average I do damage swig on some White Lightning Smokestack with the broke back facts as wrote raps Commence to bat them over the fence Let’s all practice chill self defense without ill The Psychedelic kill ego But the light I got flow a lot and I like Pot as I scratch the dot
Balling Ganja All alarm with the charm Busted Hawks that Gun Talks Dance moves and grooves that new I like this flew Ice is how I grew twice in it brew Slices for dice roll crew as Soul On this roll control the Gold I like Herb told the farmer to grow mine Organic In fact I chose an Organic Farm to grow all mine Barn is the dry room I get a supply soon I know how it flow with reason to roll I psychic like it Bold with Ice in my mold I’d cold I like it fold up twice but this time my wrist shine Rolex Watch That walk I stalk with reminds me of Ice crisp I got an Ice lift so I need a lot of Spliffs I light the hits up You get up In the Red Fire Truck You fin to duck fires I admire a Firefighter I’m brighter than light there I cross bear cost tear Beware of the air around I found the ground space as Ace Once again Ice in the place I about face and chase down thugs on drugs I light this like scrub brains wash Down the boss I lost hope For dope heads Old Kegs are for me I like this the hypest thing G
Meth Talks 9 Never 8 straight Meth is great some people Ice Skate around A round or two and you blew Ice new to a lot of folks who choke As soon as it goes down Gold rope Ice I smoke it or sniff for a lift I Ice Crisp Type the mic is like the device I rock it to spot Trip Glocks itch with the Tech 9 I’m blind and rewind with Herbal Shine I unwind You could hit the Fast Blind and exit Reflex check back at the Hawks and text message I left the rest for the fest I drug test at best I pass it fresh to suggest the fine mesh Screen with tight beam my ice it gleam I Sun flow through the cream I clock the 8 9 I rhyme as bind with the prime Ls that’s crime sells I rock the bells and stock who dwells in rebel I several moves ahead and bled True as heat on the Street grew from lead spray complete Decay in the gray area I be tearin’ yah and scarin’ yah I fair to burn Ice as learn to spot dice roll control the Soul I Tripped it so I roll my Soul In tight with cold the Ice gets old I remain bold and Gold as I cold skin Platinum Fat and then I relax and bend on a Spliff I prefer Reefer plus I’m an OG night creeper Tight sleeper Before I hit the beaker test tube shit Methamphetamine Trip
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 3 hours, 41 minutes
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I seek the Cash I got EZ Mils and chills back at the lab I know how to do it and unscrew it I flew hit the crew with the tune slip the fluid I truest as Blue get Movie night wet with the Doobies light I’m through with cess I do keys tight Ignite plight of the right Wing I sight seen Soldier Human Being I fold your cream You ran out of steam You got it or you don’t You will or you won’t You top bill or chill and smoke Until the vote
I provoke all Soldiers wrote to cope with The dopest I float hits Across the antidote for this hope skids across lanes of traffic I can’t handle it I see piss poor with candle lit I sand you’ll hit the brand spanking new crew As my hands did hit as this drew the line One Time
Everyone needs to light a Spliff I could hook up a Gun snorting Meth Or become one with the cold breath that sold death I fold yep I crept as sold on rep I get threatened You bet in this Drug War for as much more than Guns tore I light it in sight with the War lift I’m tight crisp Flight missed you catch the next one with no Gun I cycle through hum on the mics I pull I fully heat the Street We got the Street Sweep We busted a Green Bud as Thug tries to rub us out We resinous with that metal Trip to skip the drug peddlers We settlers in our domain as blood stain Brain light as dope game might proclaim on sight aim on right draw down For the Crown I flip hits to skip tricks mix it with the sticks and rip I got it so I Pothead Murder fed kids further bled with skids I like to light lits My mic mix in the high run as Gun hum We strike and we come with Suns like that It’s Soldier rap from the fold on the map As Gold hid that data to scatter the matter I just sat there Didn’t care or stare for cemetery Make merry then bury the Dead Head as fair heat bled The Murder Seat I torn with the real groove speak move and tune up I skip the room up
Ganja With my finger on the trigger we deliver as promised I learned all the specs and bombed Sets through reps as all night stepped In eight directions I caught sections called Dragon Crane Lit the flame with the blades and Sun Shades Tight in this for days I visited LA and ran the Streets meet up like track meets I rhyme for beast called Serpent To work it into smooth with one groove We into the new Trip As I cool and light a Spliff I doom Sets Who through wet I rule got a tool and school kept them back in K I light this tight this to the day I write this and flight slips through the blindness I rewind hits You signed your shit and rhyme specs as mics flex I type X Ripe steps as I make checks and drugs Mexican Ganja An Herbal all Internal we burn slow Warm up patrol the spot every day for blade When it came I knew the name We got Psilocybin aim as killin’ child children We get ill in We got the Gun as someone hum as one Wing I done sting the Gun ring The subject thing thugs love it and done with the Trees I love their disease
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Hollywood
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Posts: 3,555
Loc: Seattle
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I liquidate straight Put on the cheap sunglasses that soar on Fast with the tackle that task At last I signed up the track I sped and bled bleeding with the heater ringing I’m singing all night Winging it I stinging it like who’s that Soldier fool that on Water with a tool strapped? I put fools off the map and rule in rap as I cap My sunglasses up to task lit the class up I had to wrap up and I’m trapped in the cut Yup. I’m about to slap up a clown to get down I light this through town I strike with the Round Shaolin I doubt Sin will hinder men and women I sing about the days a given was the blades on Sun Rays I tight with these Gray Alien Just might sail into town that’s how we get down I serve a frown I shout out loud to crown the sight I ignite on tracks light back hype with stacks I love my herbal practice Crews can’t match this and how their track hit They need an herbal practice I synergistically amp with the lamp on some Trip I’m tight thick
I overdosed From coast to coast I roast Toasted Psychedelic cut in the nut as Ghost I lit it the most for they brag and boast We chill and egoless I seen the stress herb As Weed done test I reflex Hit backward with a sack of sword This rap don’t record I hit the bored For floored rhymes core As mine sign up the dime store Been signed more often as coughin’ I roll soft when I’m on Ganja Shock when I spot then I ride control the lights in gunfights It’s something sight as One Wing Tight I roll on flights I skim it bring it Hinge squeak Gimmick complete with the Trip hit it I crib stripped the digits off a little kid God as my witness I’m sick with it I did it Yup. I’m frigid Cold as too old with the midgets I rolled
Ganja as a Psychedelic Tool That coolest of Herbs word That Trip your day up You could be gray and Ganja flipped it way hardcore With the glee for a Tree I soar I like to ski I tight with the gun shy to hold that head high as you wonder Y A Soldier died to bring us cold bloody tides I bloody ride I’m inside Got the tried and true Loop this with a tool Fruitless you come off fool Push in your stool At the bar with a car Your door is ajar I hit it par On every bar I limitless my gimmick is a big bag of tricks So yo gimme this I shimmy shake Trip mistake to bake With the fake I tight as steel plate Armor that charm your skate On the harm your weight causes blades to spray Look I’m a Martial Artist! OK? Put that fucking Gun away Before you catch play with a spray you don’t wanna see G A Yo trust me
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Hollywood
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I grew up in the Hollywood Hills Everything is real in the scene whip some cream up for pie I slice and serve it with the spice I murdered Twice I furnished this with the twist I country flipped it Small Town drip with The license Crown I get in there tight with the flights on I right wrongs I hear a song smoke a bong to it I grew it back in the day Scoot over I’m about to smoke some Hay A mass shooter in the looter riots on a diet don’t try it They supply it in the high head as mics I find dead Types all over tracks as Acid wipe down the track back to front What you want? To star in movies? I seen a cartoon on Speed in rooms with knives I bleed I run rhymes indeed I bust lines I flipped it time for a Spliff now How that? Like that fat cannon with the BLAM! I reran the type that heat scan swiped With the beam and twice I cut it with the nut in it I seen life different on Ice Beam and it’s a Trip Triple threat all fiend to smoke me next I joke about Smoking Weed Rolling dice and blocking the mics from shocking I’m talking Nikes
I bought a basket of fruit To root for the homies as cream I’m too stoney I got the cement I blown heat All over heat bent I invented the sent in Residential credential That get past the been smoke fin to choke your novice I bomb threat Cycle text that rifle is next I’m about to icicle so I roll the dice pull a Christ I pull Advice I shot your mind up For a dime of stuff you rewind in the cut find and cold strut Down the Street to hold heat Nothing sweet with gun to teach Blade to stay in shade These rhymes made degrees shine All of us be fine in the diamonds I recline and skip bids to find in the skids my mind is different I got the hits spent on bent I got a cent for I invent the newer threads That’s bled red and you spread dead I’m the type to fill you in instead If you red blood fill in with the dreadlocks chillin’ and killing and illin’ Yo fiend that has to blow the nose with blow I triple toe underhook with the look that shook I read the handbook on how the ground shook
Car Washes Dirty mattresses Flicked ashes 1000 lashes Tips the classic Spendthrift on dead lift Equipped with skips and pops Analog fog All flight taken through the bog And smog of LA I Soldier to stay in the cold there Old and Gray I Gold to tight this with the likeness Of the hype type to strike on mics I flipped the bicycle On a mic I pull thunder I lit from under case is number one Sum for fun I rung I brought it bring numb So I chill as one With the Sunlight shining bright As gun tight with the flight I just might Strum a guitar With the Wizard in the mixture hits before I flipped the Dragon roar As I play chords bend pop harmonics Blend the sonic with the tonic herbs I light in this word Like a bird the 33rd
I skip a first base to chase the Ace All over the place about face
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Quickbooks Rhymes shook off Gold Chains And light brains with Platinum We see fat in them the Trees wrap around and bend With no end in sight of the money keep it tight It’s funny how light some be then dark and spark the Gun Heat It’s a ton of Weed you need to rap Trees real freely I kneel below the heel toe Tree to Tree roll Spliff and light it I tight with the heads that fed I light this red Warning to those storming in You born again in the next life as I splice the wire in I retire begin to ignite fire with the desire that burns higher I’m not a liar I split the gold required for the signed and served I swerved in and out of lanes in dice games I rolled with flames Now I tight this explains why I don’t bite lyrics I love the juice and loosen ups on tracks and ain’t comin’ back We got Sunshine in a sack and that’s from primetime as line whack I light the black up to back up your sack struck as light I weigh it out right so I could find diamonds recline in the Sunshine As Sun Blind some people lag behind So I shot them two times in the back of the head
Smash and Grab for the Hashish Then find you stuck stab in the back seat For Reefer with the Ether made oil I like to toil in the lab and jab Hook a cook on the product that Chinese Eyes to comment My mom sent me a message about Meth And bleeding to death So my head spread Reefer tend to promote peace so I be there at least OG with the meat cleavers I’m the true believer as deceiver of the Neither Neither Nor either core as War over Psychedelic You could tell it from the bell rung as hum with one Gun From a ton I’m licensed I got the murder track Ice is not Crack We’ve been calling the Blow Snow to avoid confusion on Death Row Some bled slow I like this flow I mic up the cold rolled Assassin That task in the bent further meant they came and went For one cent they grab and stab you In the cab without a clue you get screwed with the blade as fade Then bleed to death while these rhymes played
Bomb did it blinded eye dig it Lit a sprig up of Big Buds I rip cuts to their structure to such as hardcore floor the rhythm Down to the ground lyrical prison I make the incision I got a vision
I could see the kids in the system With a Trip in it to live it big it hit it big ups to cuts that feature flux I right in truck ropes to dope for I rope I spoke Smoke major Pot and rifle shot at me I got a lot of Gs and Cream Please Down on your knees you recite breeze tracks and bring the heat back with scratch Made a batch of soft bake make no mistake I break like waves Slaves get it Sun Rays for brave lit it in caves and cycle amaze I blaze the Reefer each teacher style hits Weed there strive For perfection you could make the connection I burn to the ground in section Got the Gas Station fill em up and sound amazing I graze in the field I wield weapon no half steppin’ I jet in you bet in to sweat then Grab an end pretend bend this tremendous I blend this You defend hits scrub back and render this priceless with Ice it’s The device ripped I shot it hot got the solid blood clot like a wallet balked At the plate ransack great reflex check stacks make the Americas Great So I could get Cocaine I blow up like Propane I light the Brains and shot in rain storms I drain past the norm and behave like born in the grave torn Explore the ways I to the core smoke a J with no delay I type to strike the mic on some Hay and beat it Gray fade it related hits Reinstated with grade A bladed I made it
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Hollywood
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Success with Gasoline This Golden scheme to hold in is bold in the system I list them The advantages of Gas you could flash the aftermath of combustion For Global Warming but this Gas I hit it in the morning Till I go to sleep no peep I count sheep and shot to the beach the next day With Hay and Sun Rays I blaze I lit a Purple Haze and listened to the split the tied in two Blues like Crews got You could get shot so I plot to spot the hotties I rock a lot of keys and dot these Hot spots with the Pot I clock it shot up and locked I not the nonstop I murderous when the Vermin gets in the way I’m not gay But I play with men all day I like this to the type twitch as someone stitch to get rich Light up a mixture fixture picture perfect Work it to hurt it with birth first for thirst that cursed I’m well rehearsed I split a verse about a nurse Plural I burned slow in the glow for flow Hit it roll equipped to blow so I shot slow I like this to grow all day Lit it up like Sun Ray Ganja Herb for the way with words I’m birds On the track heard I first the 33rd I burned a J And relaxed chill and come back Up the hill with thumbtacks I scratched a fool back murder whack Get these clowns off the map with structure intact with the gun tore it’s War
At school A freezing blew through blue clouds of fog through with the whole crew waiting To skate and sing I replace the thing bring All laced on the scene with the dream I with the team Like this I mic up to dice in the cut roll as from for what you want I service none that done like number one I from the funds that lungs inhale I bail on jail and turn stale The way I’ll rail against crime is in line with lines I snort Of Cocaine retort with the same name I’m flame I right in the lane Trippin’ slippin’ up the wrist and cuff I sink The link with the brink of it I sing and love it sting I cold cut with The someone twitch as husband rich With the glove in the stitch I light a glitch I been hip ever since I puffed Reefer for the Mafia I defeat all onslaught As topic on top of the list I flow twist The M.I.K.E. exist because of fist law All like this break the jaw and crawl the lanes With the blades I hype this the ripest got it made Priceless
A bottle of Bud You roll through like lightning as tightening the thug Lighting in the drugs they thing is Gun ring And something swing like that I hype back at it with rug rat Sold my Gat for nothing Fronting on black that’s nothing like One Wing from King Something sting they fronting on the spring the fools off and cough Like a boss I toss the shocked cocked Glock I fully stocked with law All tighten the jaw and sight in the flaw for all I Ball Like that and come right back My Soldier Stats lead me to believe in Gats and Weed I’m not dreaming it’s seemingly impossible at the hospital to fix me like G I tight with it get High Ball and Ski Like this they flee as white as sheet with the Gun beat It’s something for the Street I need a Ganja Cap like Bleep Sleep through the creep drew as leak coolness I’m not a fool with my Set but I need the ride slept on right I ignite at night and take flight out of sight My Ganja does me tight with it strike the might like a Trip I skip the shit I already seen it and beam hits the Cream sets extreme Yes!
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Hollywood
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It’s like that Chuck a bike back and until the meat hook you might snap I busted rap And stat off the map With the recline relax I max with no tax on that ass I sold it solid fast like wallet I ball it You could call it to install it in your system Crews wish in they had the black ball in prison Crews exist when I smooth cold dis fools With the tools and pools of blood Crews lie flat in the mud as cut Strut something for one thing the Gun Ring A Soldier is King as I told you I hold crews to fold up in bang and bruise Like this with 2s deuces I flow loose it’s the truce as fuel gets I smooth on the Set you could bet I jet The fuck up your cut if you fiend to flex but I heat this text call it shut case as Ace Feel the bass I fin to taste as I outer space I grace the lifted lace in the face I make it mace the way back with haste I just like this hype this makes The mic itch Until you done stitch You wish you had Cannabis Man that’s fingerprints like limit I spike the gimmick
I make Cash at home You phone the prone and bone I smoke bones as touch tone I relax and clone The must haves You smash and grab robbery All job you speed and rock it tock tick Bastard mastered the job sick as plastered I faster than the blast you got Crews get shot in they ass and plot I sock raw call it law and caught the ball I like this with crisp Royal Boil on the coils like the toy you’ll pull You bullshit With something slipped I mic up that jet And Rest In Peace Crews deceased in the grease I feast Rhyme at least all the time you get fleeced I rock a shine What’s mine is mine I got a dime for phone call As I bone brawl In the follow I wobble and hobble I cold relax cobblestone streets As rhyme sheets I master of beats Cold shine at least I cold prime This dollar bill is binding I wax on shining The blind Wing I stock it my mind sing the topic As you clock it don’t stop it I might shock it
I run a Ganja Operation Growing for flowing crews Crews need it yo as yo thing blow I cold Wings I sting I mic this back and bring a tire flat You seen the Gat and Scene Like this beam in the priceless Mic gets flexed when dice rolled check I twice that I type to hype up the black truck as done scratch but I in the cut I strut I get it front off a doughnut I show in the cut I sho nuff Blown up the spot As dot for Pot I got a lot there Soldier I wish you bolder to fold there I cold air as bear the stare and flare I fin in it to wear the finished I diminished a trick in this flipped with rinse I spin it like the limit I sin with it still I chill And been it the Killer Ganja filler I drill your chick as porno flick Something that might stick As twice ripped the Vice I had the device as bicycle I ice pull back and thrust You get bust back at Trust that as fat cat You get the flack as master tracks
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Hollywood
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Landshark Crews call it bark as I arc off the spark I seen it dark I park my vehicle In the heel toe I feel blow All sealed Peeled back and it’s like that I map the tracks up to sack
Still in this adjust As they bust I got a must have track Two of them in fact I’m Blue and that’s a rap I have the dap I stat to static I search for fully automatic As crews rap tragic And blew it I ain’t new with it I Trip it a lot I blow up the spot As I fought hard against the guard Release the Yard As shard of crystal Pull up the pistol Full as wrist shine and blind I’m in this rewind As business Come from behind the distance I rinsed and been it ever since I wish I could cold cut I must have a track that raps to cap
I’m brought up in Gun Culture Smell like Sulfur Been joining the crew since 1993 I blew a smoke ring around the thing I kick back and sing about Stacks To Progress I manifest I love Cash and Yes! I Fast as blast out the relapse The heat straps me up But I never cut I show a punk a stump I busted bump that thrust tricks In the mix show a six and go fix The Gun rips through as skip do The noodle I slurp one as Gun license I cut Ice in this with Ganja Buns All likeness from causes numb in one Own Self As wealth rebel as gel Rebel Yell as bell Release the hell I mean it till fiends bit I lean with it fully equipped As Trip get the six fix it back effort That Tech 9 tore it as score it I floor the gas and fast to hold tracks In the cast I mask I fully blast a crew with stash that grew I slew a crew that brew trouble Double in the huddle with no mud They fully cut it up And front on what you want You get sunk Punk ass
Juice loosens People fruit in this fluid As screws in the Trip to do it I lure kids into skids with pure shit I run this thick Mic up in the mud as thud Relax a dud perhaps as blood I tax a struck gun for thumbs All fully numb as I begun to rerun I feed a ton to the Spleen from the blood In the cut yo I fuck shit up No one in the truck hardly at all I guard heat to the gall I likely to type Speed up the Wall I crawl and proceed to brawl I seen it all almost I darn close as bust the loc Dust you smoke Choke I broke a vote to cope with Soak the dishes before you rinse I hope they nuts I got a front for stunt To pull in brunt In the lungs is where the smoke does Enter the bloodstream This one gleam on glow Special ed grow as slow Gold as fold I rolled Told the track as fact as black We right back Indeed to tack up the like smack They bike rap strapped So I capped a kid When on Ice I slid Diamonds in the bid In the mind ever since
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Hollywood
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I caught a big sack of the Raw Trail Mix crack a jaw To bail with tracks that claw Up Tiger strike will in it with the paw Like this law I fiend for Live Still I thrive with guns and knives Will in jive I hit it to survive I got shit height hip hop to strike 9s I chill in the blind will I seen until my mind still I mic at the top bill For MCs chill I bust it you could trust that All this other shit tastes whack I make it max on stacks for blacks I like this with tax Magic tracks to feed with on the map I speed a hit to be real with the heated clips I feed your 6 You bleeded dick I fiend to stick a fool Who don’t lean crisp on a tool I got the spool
I shoot a pool Lit the school up Like new ducks fiend to pluck Who chuck I screw mug Anyone don’t chug you get no love I fit like glove Acid back at the rub Fly like a dove
My Tiger Dragon interaction is ferocious From Shaolin I broke rips off tokes from the Ganja I got on yah straight steel toe I peel back bro I sealed with the glow You get real old fast Smoking grass chillin’ in class I flipped the task off the hydro Or else you die slow I fiend for five glow And will it show Live show I tag a toe for the thriving striving I’m behind you ringing shit blind Swinging shit I got the kind I smoke it no jive I hit a big spliff Countered it with encounter Trip Like this in the thick I straight mic this up blip I told you to sip constant And dip with the bomb in it I comment Like a bomb set with the calm intent I invent the record second to wreck it Fiends inject with the Speed Like this this mic feed deadly Readily your head’ll be Deadhead G I bleed like this to proceed I mic up this Weed I shot a G in The lead in I recede then again I chill and spend a night ill
I found love in Methamphetamine It warps my dream Unseen by many every penny goes for broke to bend heat woke I spoke about the shout out when I run rowdy all night crowd heat The light is for the fight
I dart straight right as I chart top the flights I take Make no mistake I love Ganja Cake the most But I chill close with this upper Motherfucker dose me with LSD While I’m on Speed I Speed read A sucka bleed from both ends I write it vote send wrote it to float with the coat Set Tripped it bet I flipped it dipped it low In control I hold the glow I never unfold until I’m told I bold and rolled cold steel I peel back metallic tracks Black as fact my rhymes rap until I jack on sight I relax in flight I max Steel in tight like the trap that catch a savage dash across the vantage point Let’s chill and smoke a joint Gettin’ high Singin’ sweet lullaby I’m driven by drugs All these thugs choose Methamphetamine
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I have an album coming Some day As I run the rainfall I light it all I brawl With ya’ll for being punk ass Not a Soldier with Grass out the ass I’m much bolder I told yah Don’t be rollin’ boulders as cold yours is floor bound Knock you out like a tour around the globe Light this night this with earlobe pierced strobe light I’m about to ignite I seen a flight leave With no tricks up the sleeve you best believe I kill with the blood stream flowin’ still blowin’ Smokin’ drugs with no one I got the Gun and so much fun Your shit is broken how you spoken you a joke in The toke when I soak in the hope spin around the US open I never choke when I hit it These drugs I did it So like it written Kickin’ it backwards with a sack churned up the map first I hit dirt and kick that ass work for the task for store clerk Or manager jerk I banished them to hurt
Cash is the controller All the soul of Soldier turned into earning I burning all the thing to sing it Wingtips catch the heat grips Like a sheet slips away any day With any Gunplay you catch a Sun Ray You ill behaved and don’t chill correct I seen a neck snapped to keep fools in check They crept with the stacks Fiend intact still they strapped and afraid to jack I got a gun clap as Sun on the map for a track lit I back with the soul I soul control I’m about to roll I hold it Golden told in Platinum With the Gat and some venom They release tracks and bled dead from the gunshots I smoke pot and blow some spots Chill like this hold a grip of cash I got cold cash clock I stash some for the roll in the rock I flip sip some and skill in this thrill the shot kill and I shock Around the walk I take to bake Make no mistake I break a beat down with my Crown I hit this up in Town I Trip it down to the difference is essence I stay fresh in the left back when I send it I bend it
Spirit shocked Glock locked fully auto on the block You slow in spinning win the cream Right this tight this like a dream I’m white Trip on the light this type to sip I mic lit hit the skids up To kill a duck bill a buck Chill as plucked Don’t give a fuck steel in the truck to wheel it I spin around the block with my Glock I shocked all the saw that roll fat and grass hold class up I split the stash up I laugh but my last cut is chillin’ Tuck the still in make a killin’ I’m the hero and the villain like this ill in Little children scream will in it seem Like a theme to scheme release a beam I steam clean like this team Height with the whip in sight skill with the kill Cannabis I drank a fifth chill and split a Meth sack With the homies back in the fact is I’m in the rap biz What track this is? Man I crisp and dip the skip in the jar Fully par up the car slow up You better grow up Before the Gangsters roll up
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Hollywood
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You got crossed up over the mafia boss Pasta with red sauce You dead lost Host that credit cost the leaded raw stuff Saw that head it cut off Said it edit the medical from fret it pull the bullet in your skull With the full You could pull and soon until the moonlight fill I bill rock it out like grill for the clock till instill the terror Your error cost you careful beware of bullets tear through Pull it back cock it Rap I rock it sap I stalk it juice I’m on that shit Like chocolate I’m an addict soft with the batch I cold automatic Stoppin’ static I’m glad I had it fuck like jackrabbit with the savage Microphone do damage can’t manage it’s tragic Flag it tag it bang it out the speaker weaker danger stranger Than you keep your head up creeper sleeper Cold night peeper of the violence in silence Some bit my style it’s infections raps reflect this Blood red death sentence will it end it’s Killin’ me sweat until I G Forget the will I bill the tendency is to ill I Speed now I feed allowance to breed how I need it now I lead Don’t follow I swallow the pill and call yo on the phone I prone and split the bone to touch tone chill alone in the zone
My Martial Art Practice Went from zero to Dope when I took Ganja Tokes I used to choke on a lot of Pot Smoke I rolled and shot my best pieces The thesis I developed is Genius Dragons and Cranes and rolling through lanes Now I shoot dice games Will in the brain to lit the lane up I maintain in the cut with the steel struck for real but I don’t deal in drugs any longer But I’d fuck with Ganja I like the bomber strains Roll in the aim is to ball and crawl with the Wall I got the brawl down But I wear the crown and dice games roll like where is you now? I serve it with the POW! And shots allowed so I crowd around the center and enter Splinter spent your temporary stare and heat as glare complete Beware you get shocked and clocked I fight defensively with weapons G around the clock I spent my heat on Glocks Rewire stock frame as I stroll through and cold drew the game I’m a Soldier and maintain I’m bold and cold shoulder is all you heard from this Ganja Bird I swerve and circle with my footwork I don’t want to hurt fools And my tool is rinsed fluid to do it yo
Gasoline Graveyard I can’t wait to get charred like Charlie Artie I got the hard car and star in the pump I did my last bump of Cocaine and jumped Something like a punk fronting was one thing But I got these Wings yo and I fiend to blow in the field for real So I choose you to keel I make you kneel beneath the steel real brief Before I master your ass and leave I got tricks up the sleeve I have to conceive of the notion The Potion was Magic and I’m right back at it With the Ganja Habit Like a rabbit I ate the cabbage and flagged down a jagged edge I rap all crew through slew on the ledge Everyone knows the egg at Easter so I deceased curve At least word up I fiend to truck on fools they duck It’s cool like school to kill so I ill I keep it chill For real I seal Gangster deal and peel MCs keel over and die Ask why? You fin to get eyeball as I dry up crawl the wall I in sight with the brawl and all that it’s called for the following I’m swallowing LSD tablets to stab at it brick the hazard To master the track rap wizard with the blizzard Go see my shit for it’s digits I’m big in it
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Hollywood
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Smokey The Bear He pulled one out and blew his puffs out into the air After he inhaled Smokey The Bear had Ganja nailed Plus he did rails of Cocaine and Meth But he quit that shit Smokey The Bear He was known for a Bomb Pot Flair As in the rarest of form past the norm He chewed popcorn and had all his socks warmed Smokey The Bear He teared it up in the red truck his luck Was luxury extra cab space and you could taste The flavors of his shit never laced Smokey The Bear He had a Smokey Habit like dag nabbit He crabbed an addict to drugs for thugs and magic He ransacked his sack every day Smokey The Bear He stared at his reflection and made the connection Hooked up some smoke and choked He coughed and thought More Reefer I should have bought Smokey The Bear Through steez stacked in layers everyone’s a player Stay up later and later on vacation It was an emergency ration You could catch him at the fire station Smokey The Bear
They hit the maximum crowd With masking powders All that’s allowed is stimulants You gotta hype amp the champ with stimulus You fin to bust You need martial arts training It’s no braining it I flaming rip the Trip apart with the heart of the hard on guard I wax it on and off the job I slice this rib the ice it’s a slob fool who isn’t cool who spin with the tool We gotta get rid of that I seen fat cat with a stack who max on tracks relax Chill and perhaps fill your caps I dash across open space laced with broken face when I Ace I rewind the track in case I climax My mind relax into outer space so I’m inclined on tracks to sack up with sackage My rap shit is tragic I’m magical Out the hat I pull rabbit I jab it into the skin with the saddest grin you seen in a sickening dream I lean and licensed with the cream it seem I Green Bud Gd up I got the Speed in the cut I feed for stuff you need enough I beat it plus I heat it up Redid the struck piece in the East I’m a beast Who maxes on the cheese Knives and I’m deceased with nine lives
I been to jail I scare the air hole out of a whale I set sail and bail on tracks that’s male In fact I got the grasp on the latch for the hatch Proceed to cook batch up Yo I back up a bro To stack up hydroponic I’m gone on it on my mom’s dick I siphon the crisp To further do the dish I’m workin’ on This is my workin’ song I burst through the dawn With a bong and some smoke to draw in I’m law in the practice I back hand bitches takes practice I track with the blacks lit I do damage I manage to ransack the place before the cops come I’m the Ace I about face tracks and fiend for crack I saved a rap out the taste To see it cut the chase we freebase Go to waste all those brains laced now In outer space how I damage On the track I manage to ransack the place before the cops come I’m the Ace I Tripped out on the bass seen it with the mace I like this to type twitch as hype glitch in the Human Race I need that and Speed straight stray cat With the place back tilted I just killed it I Trip the Psilocybin all inside the mind and I spit diamonds
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Hollywood
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We stone in the zone Get the type of Gold to wipe off the old type of Gold That strike does the mic was Abuzz I does a brother cussed he flushed Proceeded out the head rush and bleeded Bled nuff said this microphone is dead When you got the knotty dreads I like this my Nikes on instead of the Reebok
I Speed clock doing over the limit I just mimic The digits frigid on the cops I sold out for blocks I rewrite stock hits That lock crisp Down to jock itch Recite nines in this blind and mixed The kind up with the spine up You could rewind the cut and mind but I got the case shut In the place to stick it taste the rhyme on the come up We pull Gun up to sum up All the front does is one up And kids play with guns and numb up To the World they grown up To shown up and blown up Just roll in the cut and strut a Gold duck For bein’ nuts I release the blunts All a kid wants is Ganja Buds To experiment with and thug That’s why I pull the plug Make those dubs and rub backward Score a sack toward the Psych ward I’m all hype in this and bored stiff With a crisp lift and a rolled up Spliff in this tight grip I mixed
I Ball Root to Earth Crawl before I walk I stall in the top altitude This rap’s true as caps blew Like this noose loose as juice fruits on a double deuce Gang Truce I like this play flutes to the ice in this I mic it up and twist Mics trick the seasoned pros as the fee in the eyes grows in size I spread my mind over blind shoulder grab the rifle colder My wine is fold yours prime in the Soldier 9s I Gold there so behold bare as tear out the place and old as the traces Of blades with the shady Trip I’m thick in the mix with ripe Cannabis flowers I shower things and tower above I smash nugs To wipe this up plugs the dice rolled because they got mean mugs As trouble sprung on the double we rubble the stonework All crews jerk in work and this crew hurts to do dirt so I spoon first To burst I just killed everyone under the Sun with a Gun We tight sprung off the lift lung black as sacked up tracks bust The jagged edge was made fresh to death with the steps I take to bake My mind is like shake at the bottom of the bag I break it stab Up the track and I’m glad I have the magazine to tight this with the dream That hype shit come between me and the dope scene I scope crows feet Bury the beware G fare free tight this in the air blow Weed smoke And choke on that like this broken rap I’m smokin’ back the US Open clack
My only regret is not smoking more Crack Cocaine It’s expensive It’s kinda like a Trip when you light the pipe you see visuals It’s a ritual to kick it with the crew and fire I retire admire all those higher with Cocaine flows I split the dime consequence of the off the fence breed it intense From Shaolin I mastered the chapter in the factor with the Crack there License fair I mic this stare Type with the air on pipes I soul to soul songs on mics get blown and shown I flip the whole row Look out below I from the Platinum a bit I scatter My rhymes are on the platter for bastard wear the mic in this rare You could hype and tear but your brain’s blown Release all no one needs to feed after a Crack Attack The rhymes come right back
All release the powders sifted I cold get lifted I’m a Trippy kid I Tripped a bit and then did it again and again I can’t say when I Tripped I skated because I got it faded The tracks are all bladed Hit the shade did the spray kick Thick in the Mushrooms Blown up as such as the Cold Crush is Heavy with the Ganja Deadly I’m readily available To tilt your sailboat over Capsize all black ties in the Reefer Grower Rhymes I show your times are polar Like a Soldier I get the Gold to work it Hurt kids with my Trips I fixed the six in I ended the Psilocybin with the ride within
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Hollywood
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Stats back with raps crews had it I manage the tag as tax for bag to rag up the dragon I got the meat wagon coming soon I like this with the Ice Crisp I twice flipped I does the double digit trouble spit Back and fumble shit The ball fall out your hands and brawl Service to the sands that’s word up Brands I seek demands off the lands that’s further strapped Like gangs who hang and try to Soldier eye I seen a bunch of fools die and don’t even try
Strap up chain up a beat
As done deal I hit Ganja until I sold offer It’s proper Indica Buds We licensed like thugs To do the tugs on the Js We blaze Light up it’s a new craze Don’t sound amazed This rap made for stacks To take up space in the back I place tracks in the fade to black All I need is another big sack Like ten pounds No coffee grounds I spit the rounds out from Meth Ill to death with the crept up Slept up I smack that head up Till you dead chuck the drugs All thugs beware We blow smoke in the air And don’t even care about Police We roll greased Soldiers from the East
Ganja Buds All steel in this to peel it back crisp I clip the sips kids take And make them smoke a whole J I’m drug crazed I flip the Sun Rays I light up blaze With the crews in the deuces I amaze Cause I’m ruthless I knock you out toothless My fruit gets wet I school them with the tool It isn’t cool I like this to type tip the fools Off the news I shot him in his pay dues Relay crews who get bumped and bruised Get your meat lumped on snooze We in the Jacuzzi With the Uzi Ready to do heat on the Street Like too cheese Beware of the poison breeze And all toys in this need A Ganja Education
I seen a kid with an afro With mad glows We about these flows And wreck your shows in effect We close it rep to chose in the step Reflect back the bad vibes all our lives I hit the thrive on strive on As the knives long I smoke a bong With the tribe gone On Ganja and Psychedelics I gel it just how I bell it You could tell I flip I need Raw Shit with Ganja licks The saw in this sit With the jaw drop Fully popped with shocks on flocks
That sold in the tops sped Rock this till you dead You hop head I seen a lot of Feds drop dead When they smoke Ganja Bread It’s like this with Soldiers Fill em up with lead on the bold turns and twists I liken to fish in sight with the crisp drips On this kick it don’t stick it in a trick A bitch left I cold slept on the floor in this War I hit the California for the morning Star Pull up on par with the cigar
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Hollywood
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Orange Whore Carnage Bring the bomb back with the bomb sacks Of the Crack Cocaine Can’t be matched let me explain Every drug is different but Crack is the same As the exquisite Heavenly All the Tai Chi flow fluid On Crack Cocaine so do it!
I run the Cocaine Business Since my gift is in it I give it to digits I make fade away into the distance I rip shit on my Product I love it so much I fell in love like a hand in a glove I can rub a fool out Hang him by the Columbian Necktie
I handle team players on Crack With Crack you never come back Except for more Crack To chill the stack is real steel feel on the peel with wheels that be all The Crack can be Chinese Laundry I Dawn see as the Bomb I’m G I cut for free sew the seed of bleeding into the T ring nozzle break a bottle Go full throttle on a fool who shot uncool in school I wipe this off the pool with strikes that mic that up into the tool Crack Cocaine is the rule
Crack Cocaine with the Mac 10 Armed trafficking I laugh at the little kids with bids shooting ten speeds I write this wreck deed and title Homicidal thugs release plugs with drugs like Crack A Soldier flat out hold the Gat down to around I clowned a fool who wasn’t cool I noodled his food up with the tool stuck in the you will kill soon enough Instill in the killer the hundred dollar biller Rhymes Billionaire I bear the facts of stats I’m a player I get any way in there Like swimwear I show bare ass and Fast With the task I even smoke Grass With my Crack Cocaine flash I fiend for the Cash
On Crack Cocaine I’m a bowling ball in the lane I strike the pins and scuff my timberlands I bigger than any n!@@er can scrap With Crack Cocaine I max and relax Chill and charge a fee tax Just to release back into the Streets with Gats I feed the axe with a maximum Head rung Your pistol make you numb when you come So I ice up the slice up Roll the dice up And I bowled ball all that crawl as far as you saw the law I Crack a jaw and rap real raw I’m too nice in the cut to a slut So I make her show butt And told the Hashish dealer I was wax on wheeler The cap peeler
In the drug game The one thing remains is Crack Cocaine Light these blades up Like the way in the truck the flame just struck Fired entire higher than the cry baby air on wear for mind is time spent I’m bent I seek the rent I got the invent New Crack Pipe my mic strike after I ignite I rhyme ripe with the type of hype you can’t asswipe I seen a dyke with a bike on psych for liking Icing My Crack is Snow blow king around the swing set I bleed bet as you read this pay heed it’s In the mix for a fix my bag of tricks is tough to rinse So I smoked Crack Cocaine ever since
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Hollywood
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Crack money All Gun under one heat The Street You better brush up on self defense and brush a fool off hence I better than the letter in the set there end the development of the intelligent I skip the metal quick to go for thick flesh Rob you of your dress Confess I’m blessed with cess that beam flex on each text I check in the Crack Money for something sweet I found it and clowned for another hit now I own it I blown the zone in it on the phone to go prone and rifle was the tone BANG is all I hang with gangs that bang I got the chain up with the flame up Yo read my name up It’s the same stuff you playin’ with rough Except I play back on Crack Cocaine fact is the drains in the lane And I aim straight down for the crown to relate now Guns I skate with POW! I got a date for the measure fate as never late the treasure I bait the hook to took shook Cash look Crack Money and Gun Heat
Torture the arms flare up on Crack beware of the attack I sign to sack the city sittin’ with the Heat I bring the thing so I could make the gun sing Holler for a dollar I smoke a chip and call her Baller She off the waller don’t install she taller pop the collar I Soldier call your fall core was the wall to wall War I War torn With the born Crack Cocaine signature stack wet in the rain I shoot dice games and claim the remains of anyone’s brains I blew out I threw out the food route as the to do shout out For Crack round out the sound downtown with the crown I lit in lounge Increase the peace now as lifted how I hit the Spliff shit I get a riff in Trip to see the distance with flip I exist it’s sent by the invent the heat sent I feed for the rent to pent up My head ducked almost struck I in luck To beat the truck you need to get a fool with the tool All that rule is the fuel for the you know who do that I just scoot them over stacks with the rule the World flew back impact rap Trapped up capped up slapped up on Crack Cocaine What?
I was on the track so I scored a sack of Crack And it’s like that I’m hype and come back But not hype like the impact Speed Sack that mean Mac that read stat I’m black fiending for Crack wheeling and dealing till it come back Peeling paint off the ceiling the real thing is swingin’ Bringin’ the strings in Wet the bass and taste case the place with the outer space laced I trace the essence back to fresh entrance with the inventiveness I bent in the spaceship the rain left I caught a brain step In flames crept up insane with the slept in the rain for brain I got it with the chronic back twenty sack to smoke tack I back the track without whack proceed to slack? Never that I show dap and max plastic with the spastic Speed has that but I smoke Weed like fire hazard I’m blasted I could skate on and master tracks blades on The way I smoke bong I prolong and sit on the John While my King Kong penis dips in the water stronger I short order to tape recorder for sort through court drew Up the documents to stop you since you locked a lot of shit I’m top with the crisp to stock that beamin’ back talkin’ Crack Cocaine Man that’s how I scan and ran with the lunar surface of the purpose To work this beat and white sheet clean hurt the seen and heard dream
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Hollywood
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Concrete Streets Bomb beats with the long meet the song sweet hum along Greet the bong every morning With no warning my brain is storming I swarm in to tore the thing Swing like a loaded gun aim Bring the pain Run a train back on sway Crack Cocaine Roll one up James with the cold cream like lightning on the team I roll steam I fold beams up like laser guided laser siding on pistols riding fistfuls of cash In the stash we clash with the mic wire on the higher mash retire Fast on the Wire I dash conspire To lift it might admire the Spliff lit I riff shit Trip heavy duty no fruity shit here we steer clean Of light weights on ice skates I fiend the great Chill on a plate relate my overdose weight OZ Of shrooms in the tombs makin’ moves lit grooves swift soothes The truth is scoop the shoop up the root for new shit Clue fit the stupid grip of cash Loaded down with ashes from Magic Dragons tag these I rap skis and Chinese Laundries I found the keys I sight to see Soldier G With the colder hands be folded and brand Golden ran with the sands bleed I hope you understand me and a Ganja Tree
We get weighted Real straight skidded slid in A little different we rip and tip the expert at the smoking the Spliff Extra effort that left tore it War hit The more I lit the more in the core I split Rewrite the heights with lights seen in a dream from the hilltop I fill hot with the killer knots of cash We Fast that relax will in relapse max the damage real fast magic Tragic that hand had the damage branded we sanded down smooth Sooth the groove I move it to the scoot and shoot root I do it down fluid who in this flew in bits and pieces each is? I unseat twist the Reefer mean to I lean drew on the team brew hot steam To steam clean light this in the brightness we height of riches Sight to clean satellite dishes I wish I had this crisp back twenty Nothing funny with Gun Heat and beat that come off of Speed I light up Weed so I could see it and be it It’s the antithesis of Meth and death Chill take a breath uphill I flex until I stress then skill resets my steps I fill in back beats on the Streets I kill I got the ill for the children who swept up will then bill them It’s real feel like the meal I peel back on the sacks long For tracks I’m gone on I could go on and on and on about the Bomb Ganja Strong Arm Smoke a bong and chill to this song
We fiend for Gasoline Oh dream of the fill up That still up the children killed in a pool of petrol I set slow to the toe for let flow here we go again Rewrite this when I ignite this half past ten Only then can you enter the center and bend the henchman ventured in I went to the spent pump for a chump to see a lump of cash Wadded up fast my God it’s got Grass smoking by the pump toking I’m not joking these cool kids was loc in up in smoke choke I poked a bit and sit thinking No one screws with it heavy drinking all the tools they fit So I written this shit in the bit end of mend I render assault to the adult that at fault the wall called urban sprawl Get a fight with the fall in white stall the bright lights I sign on a dime to see the prime cold crime for the fold I’m told I Gold Platinum I rappin’ some atoms spun lampin’ one I got the Gun and for fun I tore through run but serious In the fear you jet fearless to the set drink beers in this Trip I skip The flip side for the dip ride I seen it inside out and shout! Out loud in the crowd I rock it down and pound out the sound for hound to bark Shark on the mark in the water dark All you see is fins and begins to blood red murder lurking feds hurt the thing I Soldier sting the Gun ring with one Wing
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