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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
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I caught an ill rude Off plates of food in the nude With no Gong Fu I move slow Still I tag the toe and let it flow Over the cypher beyond control My mic pull magnetic Don’t sweat it yo you gonna head up bro Sis just like this I strike it rich The double ditch dug as thug decease
From the East I bust in peace With grease I release on Water Imagine that? Drug raps as Soldier stat With the mic I brought back I got a license to jack smoke a little Crack All Bold as Gold with the hold on
The stroll on the block I found shocked Dead on the ground from a round bullet I Soldier fullest cold herb blown birds Word. This one’s served as Crisis burned I mic itch to the turn in your weapon Spread Eagle the Veteran Of writing letters and I better than most people In a Gun Fight or get Evil and run right Down the middle of the sequel I shot machine Blue as heat drew Some off bleed out the skull And brains drained in lanes down gutters Changed it up for butters All I do is mutter magic As I bag it You on the rag there bitch
Root it out All shout down the mountain We got a Hemp Yell and Gel Like Tab we fab Lift the program as roll jams off the label stable Still will in the cables fat Release backs like dat I mic intact I trapped a kid with skid marks In the dark charted hardest hitter fit there I bit the wares off they careless I dare fresh as bare chest I marry the test as stare down left With the glare as stench I got a wrench in my casket Bask in it as back spin it I ran digits down digital Crown I lounge on that yo Like a death blow I crept up slow With the Gung Ho like a Veteran I remember all the Veterans Believe me like cheese freeze I breeze through as they all want to meet my crew I cycle through brews as I mic pull in deuce On the loose I got a cooked goose Like juice I flew in lucid dream on cream Lettin’ off steam I beam steady from my Set it free Medically I’m fucked I stuck a truck up I tuck one Sun run guns and sum done I stun a kid with the numb that split Some tight shit I love to eat the grits
I’m high now So I can run the tons of drugs down the Crown Way Ski in free through the freeway Smuggler’s Highway I rob a load and get fly spray They die any day they play with Gun or Blade Or fucking Grenade or anything like that slayed I’m an A in the hood I stood up and rolled up Fission then got dissed in prison With the list in I plan to Fuse All G and you lose I bump and bruise on the shoes I got shot back as hot ones I shotguns run down a Trip like no one flip I get shit sick with the hazard mix the Track Savage I pay dues to Ghostface from Wu Tang My whole crew bang as I drew slang from they fluid Ring right to it I got Blue Blood Son of David and Moses for instance I got all 12 Crowns of Israel at my head Shit gets blood red on the feds I track lead through they stuck drew Guns On who got Suns like a Ton I wax jobs for fun on the rerun I return to planet Scan it bar code just waiting to get old and sold Soul on the roll with no Folds I’m Gold Platinum All in a sack is Sun with Ball Cap weighs a ton I get so Stung On it I Bomb Chronic repeated Calm Heat Grip the steps I got are fresh deceased Left hand with some Grease up the brand I land hits like fools wish for Christmas
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Edited by Solid Log (01/30/24 05:20 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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Poison Tip Hollows Gun talk All that follows is numb A Gun from the sum of parts as artistic I hard to risk it from I got a ton I busted lungs and shot up on Product That powder crushed crystal for the fistful of Cash later cast I made the master task the rapture with blast furnace Learned it’s the word you sweat through as you drew Guess Who? AK-47 from the freshness for breath lift I run a dress clip as I left with the remnants of fragments My back bent over as I colder I rock it Polar I got solar radiation Comes through all over the station on vacation from Sun Rays then I phased in with the craze when I playpen in the mayhem I brain lens Gray fend off the delay In Gun Spray murder any day Every way you play you mean to say that shit Words hit hard when the man down and guard against with defense To shoot back at this rap tragic you an addict A savage with bandages for chopped off limbs you sin I begin I only just begun and thumbs busted drums like that I sum it right back up with the cast truck I made them bucks in Oil All Golden Girls are spoiled I mixed with Soil and grow a cop to stop that cat as Glock rap My Gun is intact still I filled the map up with caps up
We drenched in Sun With one Gun no front with that Gat I seen it attack Out of control with no soul from the old school with rules I know how the fuel is I rule in this against multiple armed opponents Unskilled I fill the killers up with iller structure might puncture The punks tore off I seen a War gloss over the core as I soar I need Sativa the breed of Tropical All Pot pull off pops nonstop like Icicle but I get colder not your folder I Gold dirty as the 7:30 are lurks in true form With brews warm I cycled to swarm with the unborn as sworn I see you in the morning with no warning I’m touring Europe To get the burn up I churn up some cream to make the butter lean in gutters I shut curse that rap with a burst Gat Why I murder on tracks kids heard of the max I tack that ass when I fly past Gangster Rap I seen a kid jack as Gold drew back Into the cold I older than sold that I mold fat with the map I trap rodents On this broken bones with the switch they twitch And ain’t ready for shit
We on a search for the function Of new drugs we tried some kinds as bind bound contract Got it down pat I lack in the hard drug tact as capped I got the black and gray flames stacks as layback I got paid for my tracks as I came master that Until attacks cease I grease and cut the cheese In the breeze under the keys I shock that I got some bomb rap from the Sun I Gun jack Come from the swamp and right back as Gun Contact I Soldier strapped to the max I fill in stacks as raps track I fact not fiction in my jurisdiction you see the 6 in I stick it sickening end the difference is readily apparent Transparent I airlift the supplies to get high with into my sector I check for the Set score as flex four fours I kick down doors hardly ever I’m too clever to get lead stuck in my head Forever I rap for Dead I’m a Deadhead with the full spread lead to red spray blood stain rain Down the drain most kids complain and scratch off their name So I late in flame and make my name as Game I Set it to get extra heavy flex fed heat the Gun Speak I’m Ghost with the white sheet over coast through the country
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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We about to heat up on drug connects Reflex in check with specters I lecture As I censored I bent entrance to the pathway as class slay you I grew Grass Grade A through you All Blue too we new to cool as spool of the license with Ice and I slice in the method of wrecking mics from rock to sand Flames to ashes I cashes this one out As I stand down I flipped a round The fight went to the ground So I sound like an expert with flex jerk the network As came and left work I make your head jerk To the beat we too Street you can’t compete I come clean with crews that mean business gleam as shit hits the fan I blow up and like Soldier Man I hold you understand? I got Golden Grams as I ram I suntan and plan to roll crews ran With Gun in hand I take a stand like Soldier slammed On the ass real fast wounded in battle rattle sabers All that’s left is ill flavors I crept To mics that major in one breath I torch take the course with force to contort the spot I got shot at I dock a rat’s ass as progress to pop flat your tires I ever expire with desire I lit them higher and retired then
The fully enhanced CD The beat skips off heat Trips I twice in this Diced up the mic cuts as function Punk someone Gun from it like my lung itch I switch up Get the fist fuck I been tucked one as you gone Blow you off to Forest Lawn I got the Dawn I prolong through fog and quick bog In the swamp fools did stomp like your mom you stay calm I got the music on to drop bombs Like this I mic this strong and flight lifeless with the type twitch live I signed to a dive I thrive Got to stay alive I got the soap knives Bullets ride on me so I signed to pay a fee So deadly steadily crept up with bucks on a ten speed you duck I don’t give a fuck as I tuck one Some like this someone glitch I fully stitch up the wrists cut as bitch but I nip tuck Fiend for bucks as heat dust you Trusted that you slapped up in rap I take that back and damage it Man I hit with the slice of the pie I eyeball fifths Of Shrooms I rock in rooms I got the Gong Fu True Blue with the rip crews with Dragon Boxing I handle blades in the detention center you enter
I get on my knees and beg For a Keg of Rum I sung about bottles on my last track I got the mastery of the foreign heat on the Street Busted Guns with Ganja Weed As I bombed off of Speed I don’t need no more of that shit I get the last hit I plead For the 33 That’s me as I hold you fold you be bold crews who lead I follow hollow as I spit swallow Get the all yo called Gold as I fold you be bold crews I hit snooze Swim in the pool Winning is cool But I get high In school I went to High School as a Gun Tool I learned the function I dropped college to hype up my strikes Beat them dead with pipes I get five mics for this I type to twist reefer As each seen as peachy keen I bust a beam I lean on your gleam gone crew As old drew the brew I’m telling you I want a Keg of Rum As bleed from my tongue I monolingual speak English And peak with the physique
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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Break your legs Thug pegged in the spot for dot I like to roll thoughts into clouds As the clouds come down into thick fog I Crown Soldier with the frown As cold drew to bare in the air I lit it stare that fit it with it to skip mix the pick up sticks with friction Each kick in the teeth was for beef I like this teach suckers nothing like beach sand through the fingers I linger on hinge serve as copy You get shot with heat on the Street Huh? I like this cold come with the Ice Meth and rung I stung I function from the lung As I sung I wing it to number one I bring it Thing I’m the king in it except different I Drag and don’t Mag out I bag down with my Crown With the Crown Royal all to a boil I foil the plan just like Sun Scan the sky for clouds in Eye Relax get high I service shy of murk hits I burned to bits all the flips in this with Trips It’s something like Gun tricks they fronting I Gun Ring people the enemy I got the lens with heat And substitute screech for black leaf on the Gold as Cold Reefer The thirst quenching starter for the art to develop as hard hearted Steel intelligent Martial Wizard with digits frigid Blue Dragon
Banned from the Sector As I check your reflex for War I got a Tech 9 that tore through the kind of crime I see as blind diseased key I find the time G to rewind and copy Stop heat threat with the G in crept as release Extra diseased with no Trips, Ganja or skips I busted dips on the hits they got Man! No Pot! Imagine that on a bike that’s fat in combat I bring the mics straight back as I calm cats I roll with baseball bats and stats as program flats I Mic in this jack the type on tracks slice the act in half I recede and laugh as I stack to new heights Flip it seen the sights as a rip through break the Ice I’m too nice to people feeble as I key ball smoke Weed all day And copy as I slay the topic is dead meat so saw heat Mic this to the beat as Drums keep through sums so sweet I got the numb on the Street type to ripen to hype in With the stripes in the Hype Ring I double dice roll with Wing command bring the thing bright Likeness to Sun might shine I bound down in the town I seen a fool frown for what’s going down I lit this like the witness I 6 success Heat Blessed By each fresh bar I spit in the text I get flexed on In the guard and that’s hit I type that scarred I rip it hard
I smoked all that shit Made the hit records hit I reflex with the Lit text I Crip to the test with Bloods in the Thugs give it a rest on some drugs I like this with the Mic twisted up in my grip I tons of slips and dips For the drips I flip the script
I licensed to lift ever since I hit ganja Spliff I rewind and top Chris This mic is it on the styles profiles with the file folders as cold air I get cold stares from the Stoner Crowd with the microphone up loud I serve it downtown All I need now is Ganja Again I cycle with the AHEM! I busted them rusted them trusted them with nothing BLAM! The heater just busted out the two seater to eat up crews who bottom feeder I smoke Weed here That’s all there is and Mexican Beer I been in fear of no Ganja since the drought out loud I type to rock down On mics I tear up Hypes with the list of gripes complaints ain’t a Saint feint I get America Great Again Without the Orange Spray On Tan I got the contraband they don’t want me to hand off I Damn soft in my martial approach I busted roach clips to toast the rest of the Reefer I seen a heat seeking missile creep up and dis you I got a fistful of Cash I light the stash up as I flash cuts
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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I cop by the Kilos A Kilo slow you flow up to hold on You gone when I cycle with it strong I prolong Street except we meet up with weight Skate on date we down that shit great Cop a little sniff As tight as rip I might just split the atom Or Fuse down to bruise mics in this groove real smooth I tight grip the mic and move bricks We rude as tricks until we cop the Kilos All Steel below the feel Yo I real slow moving on Ganja As psych as mic move up belong here No fear we hit up in the rear of the building We all chill in I drill and and will end this top bill with my friends get killed in The drug game reflex all put to shame As fill in the flame We got the Cocaine now as service BLAUGH! I on the mic allow steam to escape as rape busted hate crime Relate while I date I’m not gun shy I just busted in the eye Trusted that we rollin’ fat cat Everyone loves weight the Kilos inflate the steel toes Like this with flows as real slow flow We hype this on the mic with the glow On top of it hold the Oxygen with weight Kilos by the date as peel old as hate racial I spatially aware as I stare and feel great I got a top skate mind boxing just waiting for the stalk to send up Fruits like these roots I type to do it fluid Don’t ruin it we can tell you’re new at this kid
We all need the megadose Shrooms As tight as light looms in the darkness To park this up We never park or shark we hark the Herald Angels Sing We bring this with Wings Tight in the stings? We flight as might brings the type of flights that mics light up We rearrange the Set Bet that Wet up we head up All steel in the peel Everything else is bullshit for real We conceal weapon All threaten as we jet in the left end Burn blow turbo relax real cold as wax Steel below and we relax I peel back the E L ement I sent as spent came back and went This shit drops your cent as I bent In the type as I swipe a mic device I rock it twice Roll the dice we the King of rolling on ice I hold through the slice Kill mic up to type struck as mics bust and I just got back will intact not the amp As cold cap The start peels real slow as old in the Gold for fold I crisis as old as mics diced up folded up mics shut the mic shut Like Yo! What’s up?
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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Spin it at the limit It’s a gimmick? Then gimme it I shimmy shake down and break ground We lounge In the ground the guns buried down I light the Crown and rock this town now I bound to sound drowned out in the count For the mountain to spit up at the fountain I shall rock then and talons sunk in The slam dunk the punks that chump bumps I license to thump as cycle hums The rifle comes with the title I got the rival sect As seen infect the dream Like ice cream I seem on the team busted like Cream We mic up this dream as Ice that gleam A Soldier beam and float in the reinvented wrote that coated in blood The thug does the rub back as stack This trap in fact mics come back and I strapped so I rap I fiend to cold cap release this track it’s steel intact Peel that as real fat I scatter the matter I’m much fatter On a platter is served the rank stank as shank like I thank the light As white as sheet greet the meet the defeat the cycle complete
We baseball bat as I trip rip scatter Dip In the honey grip as money flip We got all the bids is hidden in plain sight All will in the flight until I mic up the baseball bat A baseball bat of a Master as Soldier burst hasta Shirt come off work as done cough and spurt You type to first degree murder I curve a serve on the lead with Meth and proceeds In the flesh I get this def we bleed in the mics turned left I burn at three hundred degrees I clock a sucka Gs shock As feed the stock on the shotgun I rock run a ton flip the tongue Buns hang out and rang out all will about the rain comes down I clown as I baseball bat the noun You could hit the ground duck down I’m licensed with a round I got the pounds now of Ganja We got the soccer mom bomb with the calm palms We lit it strong up to fit it Yo we did it! Hid kids up at the Ganja spot on the dot I cycle plot I chill with the sought after caught fracture bastard will in it mastered Bill like I hasta drill and hype as I blast with skill I type To peel that real fat quick All you need is licks and you thick with a baseball bat
I Ball it Fat as a wallet We make major Cash and call it Gold Type to light you up struck by such as duck too much All fiends they hush I write up a white out to flight route I’m on Water dug out the slaughter I hit the card you’re carrying I’m burying the where it ring thing swing I tear it down King with the Crown I sing to get down I Wing I such as the thing is a rush to truck town in the lounge I flipped a round Tripped it now who flipped it? Trip shit is lit when I’m in it thick For business We distance from the witness Forgiveness for those who missed it Yo! I fiend to blow slow Love the Ganja show how I bomb back roll I sight in the patrol to hold Gold cold I cycle in the mode We don’t like to explode but we puff Show and it gets rough to toe tag all enough I don’t brag I just Dragon In the bag with the swag I never lag I got the rags that sag pants man I dance Come up on a chance for advanced I like to land shots as onslaught yo that’s why we flow hot Someone here is not my friend So I turn it into bend I murder intend to shake further like Earthquake Peel it down and bake types that take rhymes I skate on tracks All like this light this up Yo!
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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Hit the deep rich Organic Juices All fruit loop tricks no deuces We Trip on loose fit New clothes suppose kids get ruthless I chose The roof hit I blows off the roof and case closed We light up Water flows I seen a Faster who blast off fully Needs Meth but yo we got that full Speed as breath I rewrite the check as next I top flex to shock it to death We rock it no half step I talk shit and moccasin hit the socks off I write it shock raw as lockjaw I tight in it saw the draw as hip hop claw off the cost As raw We tight this light this up before We rock it to shock hit the lock did it I top skidded around the corner as foreigner I torn in yah coroner To born whip the Wizard Sorcerer I sport to full up fully I pull heat across the Street as done beat I run the Street with done creep in my sleep I heard a peep so I served that fool’s fleet Hurt his crew up I do stuff like shoe 22 Rule as in school mic this up to type twitch lose they cool Service on fuel we duel We need Organic Raw and lots of Water law
Kids want Drug Raps Flows that touch that Like a dub sack I rub Crack off so I saw it law dead jaw I red raw as law and that’s instead I saw I title claw all the rivals’ flaw I speak it medical ya’ll Beheaded wax and Set it I dread fits As head splits naw I dead flip the Trip you said that thick as flicked bic I fully fix the medic up That said it punk I seen a chump kid with no lump Sift his dunk for doughnuts I flow cuts Sho nuff I blown up Roll truck as I hold nuts I bold in the strut they flow tuck one One gun for sum as done one I drop a ton on someone from somewhere as air Caught the glare I Set Stare and flex Behead bare as next to wreck checks that Bled fat as red rap to edit the trap Read it in the clap for tax The flow as said wax I’m dead last in the fleet to pop off I said it sock on We rock on Show the shock gone I pop it like popcorn When I get flowin’ everyone know in The Drug game I float his flame Unique for my drug experience I spear the shit as a kid I do a bid and still slid in What you’re witnessing is different from Stress Yo! Smoke a lot of Ganja don’t flex
Thirst quench the bench Enter the flex and center max Rental stacks that bled through backs As facts Psychedelics is the medicine I spin I siphon off the right end I sight bend I light they tend to act frightened when I drop I bite in the box that show stops I loaded Glocks we got shit to rock sift the top stitch I rock a trick as off the Richter scale I beach a whale To set sail I’m in jail I never fail to prevail so the way I tell The story all in more heat the Street to before beats eat it up sweet They beat it up seat lead on flux that crux I tighten trucks I light some stuff and ignite on bucks You magnetic in the tucked one to set it I fed hits to kids on credit they dead hit the head split For tread on the shit I edit they Trip as led the fifth they plead 25 to Life indeed for rocking Speed Meth as I creep up left My breath handles that cut as sandals strut at the beach called flip flops each Stops the reach for the Glock as the beast clock I’m deceased chalk outline yo it’s about time I bled hits this rhyme Deadhead It’s a crime
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,837
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 57 minutes, 53 seconds
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We bake off take off The flakey crust as mistake cost a life With a knife in the type of head that mic is up dead We red mics bled on hype said edited they feds Like this meds I type to truck meant that cent For rent I spent back as lent jack for head crack I seen a stack and max for facts as black jacks Raps crack heads back as feds black out the whack down I type to clown hype as a round shot from a Glock sound that stop Pounds circulate on grounds with Ganja All on there it belongs there Believe me like Stevie I seen heat without the Ganja on the Street Baseball Bats compete with the ski slow all below they heat up toes As froze in rows at the show we flip the holes in the cold We rolled lit it bold up to sit it up your head duck From the medicine fuck that shit a Vietnam Veteran hit the excrement Off the vent a boss heaven sent like floss I represent the bent for a toss in the get your ass bent I invent the Ganja Stench in my wrench Psychedelics plus Pot I sell in it Gunshots rang out about that hella shit you in is spin I mic it up the type of truck that siphon off the cut I bleed as truck release the Speed Meth yo That for was for sure the Death Row I peel the flow as said so in the lead grow until bullets roll out I sold out the fold shout out loud on stage about the new dance craze I handle blades
We only represent the bent Every cent is lent Trust me while I bust keys Off in locks To shops that make heads knock I red rock to clock it on my Glock Don’t stop it pop The head check as talk for stalk in the raw I saw all that law I claw the eyes Offa strive get live I got the knives Gun down as thrives past Sun down I got the vibes I run town for influx that head sucks like a vacuum I back soon to red spoon at dead noon I got the head room as I write you too soon I ignite fights at full moon I cycle through the gloom as I rhyme fool in it spool with it Duel for the trick shots and Pot I smoke inhale till I broke or in jail I never fail I stale cracker backer of the chapter 33rd the Master I conduct perfect as I work it Most Sets get they head checked like circuit Of the hurt Trip that lit fully thick off the dipstick I rip Trips off the list of law that fist Up drawn down to my Crown I bit the rhyme I wrote of how I float and Don’t show boat I flip your dope coat As soak in the blood like mud you squish Ruin Trips off the 6 I lick steady Every head heat up even deadbeat in the truck
The ego dissolving Solving Problems called men equal the sequel To the people that see through you on Psychedelic crew true as bell Rang and gel like the melon juice and fruit loops I busted hoops troops that new to attack and scoot that shit back with loot I do it the deed and proceed to bust on Weed Everyone send the rhymes I recommend back cause they afraid of Crack Cocaine Blades and Bullets cause blood stains and pull it The fullest dull pain as Trip drip The sucker slain and ripped up I tipped up the Trip stuck on a loop to recoup I shot it shoot offa the to boot loot as noose I regroup the super soup squadron loop on Problems Do it to revolve them evolved in like Solar Wind I bend Recycle the ten spots I shot the Sheriff I dare to lick tricks off the glare at a distance for beware of the misfits For the dip tricks in 6 the fit sticks I can’t fuck with it to truck hit the pedestrian The lesbians are my friends so I shot a Dot from my Benz I liken this to ends I make I break a fool off site and tools cost a lot like Pot I Soldier shot I cold as folded bold did it rolled Under control I sold my soul to stroll through cold brew type illegal hold drew Down as feeble man can’t understand the youth of today While I kick back and slay
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
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A Drug Euphoria! Who’s scorin’ your drugs for you? Crew? I set up to slew in the game left aim like crept in the lane I take suckers up as lame I rock in chains I light this like brains You a flight risk I tight twist all the Cannabis Called Ganja we phone it in on the armchair as alarm bear witness I ditch tricks in this fix Christmas with gift rap I been smacked up and ducked out my luck ran down the drain as claim I service the aim I’m crippled yo I flip you friend or foe to dip crews in slow mo I toe to toe with the Death Row I seen shit blow yo you get it old as a Gold tooth smile I child of pain style proclaim Aim the dot as a lot of Pot blown in the zone We hook up Shrooms We like this nice like the dice lift I twice tricked the Ice on flip Meth Read the text back as fresh lack in dap you whack and can’t come back I recede on track Like blacks I’m discriminated against Up against the fence until I chill with ladies and gents My excrement is bent I seen it in the toilet I foil it the plan to see that screen for lean as pipe dream I wipe clean All the Dragon Ball Soldiers on the scene
The Meth has my suit crooked Yo look it I shook it hook up stuff that cooks hit themselves I rang bells on shit Light this up in a Spliff and twice strike it all night trick I mic up Weed I need to display readout My computer feed down on clowns who renowned as brown freaks I seek each key up the Ganja stuck as we pluck Some people don’t give a fuck and truck rope around they neck a joke In a sec I deck of cards wreck on alarms check these farms garner respect for their crop Ganja Tops leave you shocked So I cocked back that tool once a fool wants to cycle through punks with a rifle I strike height pull up the style I smile while I pile on rhymes child Children get killed in the drug game maimed and illed up proclaim How I go down the drain let me explain I rock an Icy chain I got it in the famous Rain adjust as flames crusted my outer layer I’m a player and club bound to Dragon down with the Crown I like this like how I dice tricks I might fix I bite flips on tight Trips The flight risk is in sight with the grip on mics I double down and clown with lead pipes
People can’t think so I blink and sink them I ink men up in the clink headed for bed with the links of Gold Chain Hype this till the lights clipped remain Priceless I mic up the fest as Ice rest in my brain I Trip on it slain the way in came and bent the rain meant the A was spent For lent a cent as I invent the entrance of the defense Tai Chi plea I got to ski Clock it G shock it rock it around the clock till the clock stop ticking I’m not kicking shit I’m hitting flips I rip the grips out of the 6 down lounge with the bound for drugs sound I got shit to top spit the frowns reverse as I lift the curse I burst with Genius between us I’m the meanest thus I clean shit for the bucks who Trip I lead a dick into thickness with quickness I lit this Every bitch said switch so I Trip fix the glitter on your face as I Ace About Face I give you the taste of how you laced You a fucking disgrace so feel the bass I written it makes the Trip complete Rappers come out they seats with white sheets on drum beats with bass lines How I taste test blind as I rewind I find diamonds Lounge about time and I got the ground For Pounds of Pot Plus I smoke Crack Cocaine and lit the OZ doses of Psilocybin Shrooms
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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If I could choose one Herb it’s Pot Except they roll up I get shot Yo hold up! Pot got me martial and not partial with a phat rope and hard pull on magnetic Letter grade A Set it I play with the flowers and their powers I’m hippy I Trip simply with the Grip of Cash, Ganja and Water Fast I hold on to the blast that’s rolled on I patrol long hours I soured I scour the Earth and towers lurk in the city To get people high I lit heat and dry with swift Beat I retreat and come right back with a sack of Pot On the dot I hold plot for drugs rock the spot We pull plugs on you not you who roll true but some fools I hype this until I mic this up for schools I twice to do it I Ice lit and price hit the slice bit I mic up the punk ass trick As I flip I dip down with crown that’s lit now I bit how’s that? Everyone want my rap and my guns So I cycle from the night full of lungs full of Ganja Bud smoke I take a lot of tokes enough to float I clear my throat flip the Vote and coat it going down slow digits cold Frigid bold I dig it sold I mix in the 6 then I’m Gold An MC slips and murdered shit gets old
We need beer We alcoholics and ball it check your wallet stolen with the fold in the rhythm Golden how we livin’ in from the cold then We bold men and women program the digits To frigid I got to hit it then split it break it down Mix it round the ground pound the walk stalk I light this downtown with the sound I bound to profound in the lounge strike a match and latch lift The sack a Spliff now we smoke it get down Focus on the hit sound we broke shit Toke it bit clowns hope it don’t come smoke it They provoke it so I lit rounds I dose it in close with the toast and I poke your ribs These tight jibs like this skids in the sight with the light gives The at night frights I got shot at heights you get red dotted spotted try a mind spotless Kind and rock this with the 9 I drink the fine wines as I bind bound to release the town See all that Crown Heights I lights up the flights I take Make it bake it no mistake I take it and shake it Rake it up place with the cut as they naked butt I break it off proper So don’t stop your shit because of me and my skis I shock on these Trees and lock bleeds the top see set relieved As I breathe
Close down burn slow Hit it in the roll to split it Control all they cold with it get it live and take big hits and kill it at the end That’s defend I be spent up a cent every day on sack display Art as part of hit the pop charts I Soldier dart as martial art I get this mark up the dark up the hard but I’m large in the charge then I barge right in and roll you over with my car then I darned to heck with the charm around my neck As guarded respect for the farm I flex I make checks and wreck each note I float is Ganja coated so you know I voted For kids to smoke bags up as skids to tag with the rag hit the flames All up in this like James I caught the luck and exist as a famous player Dragon with the wagon as I tailor the bail or you core that’s stale at War Never fail with my four four I’m in jail hit up rails of Meth or inhale the smoke it’s death As left trap come in dead last with your head crashed I said Fast I blast on magic damage the chance as handed with the right I take flight all night and light this I’m one of the tightest with the Good I fight just as Ice bust To twice dust as mics struck the fine wine sold on a dime I commit crime I Soldier rhyme Gold on my neck as I chime I rock it rhyme clock you for your sock drew a lot of who shot you? I smoke Pot too Don’t worry I’m through with Meth no hurry I love a spicy curry I could use some Ganja to blur heat on the Street
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The Ganja was my whole thing with Trip Until I sprouted wingspan on Meth Ganja gives you the Pigeon Wings and sings like crisp The tight fist rewrites checks on flex as contact bet That bomb back as lawn mowing tracks showing flowing context We roll true as flex that’s bold drew into steps that hold crews We sight the blues music as the shoes itch to do it I through into ruin all the drew into the new ends This crew spends time brewin’ flew into the rule change as strange When you lit that blank page as sages age they play with Drugs Licensed like things I got the plug shot up as law rap does trap I saw that like a Ganja Strap as contact maximum With Shrooms we relax and Sun Tan with the plan to serve fools and we make the grands Pull out strands from the gangs we rang tight this language Frank as tank rolling control the soul and crews fold when I hold ten I got Gold and Platinum Chains With blood stains dice games and bullets rain down Aware as stare at clowns who from down the way as round I use an ashtray when I smoke bones loc I flip a joke and Grow Sativa Smoke! We choke on thick clouds as the burn turn and hold Crowns Licensed to roll dice and I’m found with the Pounds At any time any rhyme come crime with the digits High I the type the live it Y I forgive hits as blips and dub sacks Trip Run that back and flip rub raps out around the 6
I seared a sphere past a beer buzz We into Water does as court ordered cause We sorted through Drugs We go endogenous As lead bust as Tree did thus as seed must I love getting High but Water is Y I came here With the same peer through gem lens As head clear It sends the message that left itch I dead twitch when I’m on Meth and Water I stretch I lightning breath exciting Right Wing I love to ball a tight thing With Gun Ring The polite pulled a sting at night The sight seeing Being GP I lock up on Trees and clock skis On Water I got the shorts to contort the Trap as black Max with the lack of sacks I fiend for Platinum We scatter atoms from the latter hung I got the Data strung out What it’s all about Gun in the mouth like a Soldier downtown I rip it colder the file folder bound For round circularity I tear into for free a kilo Of Crack write you back as I snap I lead the Cat as rhyme max with the straps As fiends on the tax Relapse in the tracks With stacks I flipped it in batches Ripped it intact with back rubs on Ganja Buds
Round one up You sound Gun Up Strut Like the cut shut cases for Aces Set taste it’s the place for makeshift Waste clips On taste that flips Honey drips Seen bees buzz like dub sack rubs I Drug that as Gun clack Murder impact the sacks you smoke Poke on some blood for thug I amplify the such as was does his mug I licensed with the rope tug I choke On broke some gone on to smoke I wrote them back about Jack Made the max with will impact The scratch of a batch of Crystal Meth Everyone seen that undress Get left hand brand as Gun Rang Me and the Sun hang My buds I brang Ganja dub sack Wing is Such that they bust back Seen the max as they flap wings I got the rings around Uranus To famous don’t blame us We flame just as tight upward As bird heard the cuss word I dust verbs into trust that absurd Murder black as furnished rap Heard of stats that Caps I fact as track max out the volume I column of smoke as I broke Into the Dope Ganja vote it on here As belong here They gone from fear As fear steer clear of final tear As the rearview seen as beam That dream crew as lean I got the Cream and steam brew
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A Mystic Master of the Internal Alchemy don’t twist it I risk hits up the bitch butt I kick ass cut that blast offa Water Fast I drug it up to tug on the rope as choke for smoke I hit it until it’s broke I need to chill out and smoke Cannabis I love Juice and Water and the Plan of the Cuts on Bomber Makes you calmer we don’t like drama So I shock off on and on here And steer clear of squares A Mystic got the air with no twist in it Stare down they wear the Crown As lounge in the drugs found the Pounds I light this to round tight with the bound lounge I flipped a round as I expound upon gunshots Some shot up the place and fold Pot We don’t need that shit in a million years As they peer through gems and drink beers
Meth and Coke Diagram choke the light in the plan is soaked Into the flow as show for roll into Gold Platinum I sat on some Ganja so I’d have sum for the ton I got to run the spot I fold up dot Cold as rolled in the shot mold that As told as fact to release the Jack and shock Matt Mathew had the last few pounds So I clocked them And wrote it off to keep stock then I broke some off Rolled one as numb as a Gun I get a Gun shoved in my face almost every day I love the way folks display how they tote firearms I notice all the alarms bells ring as swing Dice it up twice and I’m the King of Cannabis Peace to your whole crew I knew you planned to bust I trust back and forth as rap to dust Bank think the stink of the smoke is beautiful You can tell a hit of Dank from flew around the whole World I curled up my frame as I came Back from a sack I smoked it black smoke as tacks blown up I shown up on tracks as I float across the map Cope with that as strapped A Soldier tapped your ass with a Gat for folding flat I got the max so I kick back smoke a sack Got that to rock trap as done blast off on the numb We strung as fuck and stuck We shun Guns one as hum that Gun run something as one swing In the Drug War bring that shit like Drug core as ripped I just snore through it lift on Cannabis done with the War
Matter of fact The Master cut that Blue Birds dust that Backwards as Guns heard In the shots reverberated Elevated on Drugs I’m dated Unlike thugs I’m bladed with the mugshot of you on Tropical as I flew on Sativa We love Ganja Got something to bleed to As recede through the Weed grew All over like Rover buried like Soldier I got the Motor and Vote a fascist out of office I toss this top switch as cost off it Run the blockage back as track done with that I run this rap as Guns clap Thunder from my Strap as Wonder I number that thing you got and plot I seen a fool all day as the tool they slay with I arranged fist as bliss I hit the fix in the Trips like wicked and kick it I mix in the sickness as twisted With the wrist cut bracelet and diamond necklace laced it About faced it I could taste the spit from your weapon you steppin’ with I remain to smoke a Spliff off on my own in the Zone We light this prone to fight with the Ship sank and bank on that I thank the Cat who manned up to stat as flack from airburst As aware thirst for the cursed sword that won award I move forward and drink Water Tree Of Life with the Spice and I dance and practice Tai Chi
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Cruise through As all wheels turned gears they burned minds up The blind tucked one as Gun Not understanding Sum I hum I done as truck buck back as stuck Jack Rap as Gun clap Fact as they smash and grab and stab Prefab with the Dope to broke as slab Of Stone to the Bone I light this prone All the flights lift I tight twist up the Reefer Each teacher needs your signature as I Glisten more As been through the core and hit you up like War What’s in store for me is utter peace I rock it up sheets I block it up as my Ganja Reeks I stop up bucks that struck as I Wash My Brain for Weeks Drinking Water freaks of the modern World Curled Twisted sacks I lifted straps that kiss kids back As the Wisdom intact from a distance I sunk them with the Gat They can’t handle that when you bust back Warlock causes more shock and trauma as I bomb yah You can’t handle yourself as comma I strong arm like a calm simple Pop you like a pimple I stock bust within through to dust As I ball trust that I must rap as I smoke Crack Cocaine
I found a Qigong that makes you nuts Wash the brains you make those cuts for days I like to train martial arts Especially Tai Chi I rocked the Speed off as I meditate I head it up late as I skate I flipped a date and saw a kid’s fate I ripped their hatred off as way too soft I gloss over the loss of Rover I hit in hangover I’m sober but I’m high I’ve been washing my brains don’t even try to drive A car you went too far! You gonna wreck all check Seed this infect with disease crept up leaves respect bleached brains Blood stains and dice games I practice blades and respect life I hit it up mic the type I’m talking about This isn’t punching people in the face It’s a complicated laced my Ace with the pace slow or fast I rash to judge some Hashish You got some Weed? I’d love to smoke some as Sum as one from the Gun I turn around spun The exit wound as flex it soon I left in the room I spoon of Coke light it broke records in sectors that lecture Keen to infect more as Psychedelic born All worn through the corn grew in rows and it shows As I blows away the Gold into Platinum
I was a Ganja Dead Kid Serving bids since I was little A little bit of martial skill and you chill When I hit Trip I got lit up by God I received the job as I rob sacks from out of dodge back at the cabin I started a fire for warmth to get the desired effect I scorch Infect like torch I bet you violent for sport I reflect back on connect and I check For drugs from thugs I bug out and chug route I done doubt as they come round I got two Guns found on runs doing numbers I clock lumber I slumber Golden as cold in the wind I store the relax slid into tax Withdrawal and I scrawl on your wall all tall as I am I jam and slam Rip up toes cram into shoes for blues I reach the twos deuces as loose fit I do it so my whole crew hit the true grit I cycle through sift as I drew back and CRACK! Smack the fuck out of a violent bitch ass I’m martial with a Meth Twitch I want a Ganja rinse They won’t prescribe it medical so my head will pull Reverse it and dull rehearsed Trip I Skull and Bones With a Jones for Reefer My favorite Herb right up there with Shrooms I practice Gong Fu And Fasted I drew as Bastard I’m plastic
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Fools are Raw and Harsh The Marsh Hawk sunk in talons as I C Walk I read talk at the same time with the same rhyme I blow minds away like breeze Delay the skeez on Trees I seize rapidly My Capital be the master that for the Cash Ready My head heat up flow steady as I dead beat dad the metal clad kids I seek the skid row flow for I grow into toe ring I float sting the coat it make me swing I knock you out DING! I bust a downtown reefer seat your ass down clown! I speak with the noun I got shit locked down I tip the Crown Grow in rows as star bound flows pound you up with deadly blows I seen a crew Frozen I slow wind blowing all the flows I sing I open the Cocaine Nose I ripen chose the Red stripe and I type to spend the weekend On a park bench tripping off X I reflex read back the text and heat check for flex You didn’t eat anything you dumb ass I kick you the fuck out of class I’m a Classic Gong Fu Bastard I got it cast you down to the ground and master you until the Cops come
You ask! Mike knows that Release your brains SPLAT! As chains fat around necks I don’t flex I seen the extra crispy head I wreck you dead Trip off the feds and bled Mike pull up the hype fully I got a full clip put some heat on thick I retire mix the fire in with the Dragon I hit the bag and magazine I fan the dead at the scene ice cream Clocked this cream That block skidded the top heavy With the steady stream Something bump beans Like obscene I lock it into the the topic I don’t stop I flip the Pot Leaf I got lots of Reefer as a Teen 3+ years of heavy smoking In the heavy guns that weigh tons I grow my own drugs I’m a retired thug who hit for hire I just buyer beware scare the shit out be careful Don’t you dare pull the OZ I flip you into nose bleed seats The way I reach I crush each Recite the beef is over the hold it there I saw you in the DARE program Flowing like you scared I rip the air skid as teeth sink in I reach the limit of dimwitted A Yo I Just Hit It!
I rock it rough and ready To steady hit with dead heat Bled the whole fleet crew as drew back Dragon contact flag in the bomb back I sight to jack as flights off the map Outta sight all right I hit up white walls I brawl with the all of em Solve a Bikini revolve all between heat Someone called so I answered I cancerous growth as blow shit Release the whole clip into your shit I can’t stand you Quit or I land you a visit I stick shiv in as digit I big Trip and split Down the middle the riddle All crews hype with the fiddle with that I cold on all the Gats I’m old with Straps Bold as I drew up maps SOLD! I Solid Log as wallet followed I hollowed out a route that wall yo ass In between classes I seek the stash in leak Drastic measures bleak as pleasant Smell the stench and wrench back as black Seen the scent and now went underground For the pounds I shock it to clockwork Stocks jerk around the fog lurk on the ground I Rifle round as a sight pull up the down Knock it light I get to wear the Crown I bit in lounge I scrounge up the Ganja Suds as cuts that bomb yah strut All calm here Your mom drinks beer
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I sold all my digits off Acid wash with a tight rag cloth That I sag with claiming Crip And the drain I rip through clog As fog came down as cloud you in I like things to spin I rewrite the Sin I’m tight within The bite light I outta sight on the M.I.C. I bright in Trip to be with a tight clip like G I psyche up To ripen up with the stripes in cut I serve that butt Like nothing A glutton for frontin’ On the one ten I curve and bend All I swerve in I end that track As flat tire scattered higher the facts I find make my raps Mind the tack I Strap on whack to sack up Ganja Bud I come tight as brain shut Stroll through the lane and take a cut Off this insane dropkick the cops flipped When I gave them a speeding ticket I lick it stamp as I amp I receive the damp soft cough into raw Shaw nuff I cycle rough into the truck Crew as make bucks drew A cup of brew
A punk was a chump So I dunked his lump up The structure of the function at core I fight War and tight score A fuel all tool in on the crew spin that With max rap kickback dead with the Strap on Ganja Contact With some Psychedelic I hella lit and fell through Trip as brew hell stew in the two did I true hid my rule as I bend and swerve curve off the ends I lend a friend a buck fifty to get truck with heat A Gun beats down all punks get clowned I sunk a crew downward As the bound bird in third heard of served I struck the nerve flipped it like furs I word as stroke cut the verb dope What’s up as I smoke I choke on thick clouds I run the rap downtown As the sound round the Pounds drop of Ganja Pot I’m on one to Sun in the run into with the Police I grease back and make them read my rap then jack they asses I blast skid out the class bid Makes sense I invent the tense way I spent the days smoking Hay In the Sun Rays All of this is a Worldwide Craze with today’s Youth!
I swim lyrical Dragons Begin to bag up the kids especially with heat I run the meet and greet I beat a drum beat out the lean on me crew drew that sweet Like Guns Blew I true as the fuel you use to Fuse with I true to rip black and blue on snooze you loose I got my shoes on and go on the long spray the Gun delays the relay As I fade with a blade into Gray I’m a Gray Alien I stay within the limits of the Earthly I rehearse with heat as busted Streets off the custom white sheet cuss some I Gun one up like Sun up I bring up to rung up with my Drugs up I got a solid cut that wall to wall strut I from it punk the drunks up I lump sum with a Gun I just spun I rung climb the ladder of data I’m glad to scatter Beat and batter fat as baseball bat CRACK! Make tires flat with a Gat I’m fully Strapped I beat with a hat on relax song that wax on and off The soft cost Guns drawn as long rifle the heights pull off the sights dull I light your skull up I null up I pull up the full up with wool in the cut that you front on With the Gun I’m gone on this song We should all be smoking bongs
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All the children’s blood spill in The deal ends wheels turn as burn The fact earn that map drawn as long Gun Focus from the toke of Ganja Bud you broke up In the ashtray the last stray J got a roach clip and lit I tighten it to insight bring it Wing Hits the clack back As max tax on the stacks I run raps down In town with the Crown I got down to the Pound Click They call it I ball it while I swallow hits I follow lit to hollow bones bird heard as word to 33rd I churned the cream as seem to make butter Under each other rubber lover with the club your dub step back and track Facts under the black rap I sacked up I tack struck with bucks I chuck under the wonder once thunder Clumps of dope soak in the wrote when the needle drop in the groove The beat did make me spin and move Music soothes I got the right attitude I don’t get mad at you Honestly you make me sad and blue So my Gat I drew and capped that ass red blood comes from the wounds I spoon fed a kid dead and bled Right this in the white Trips I light Spliffs up I used to make glass pipes so duck Just my luck I caught the last truck rope under the approach I fly coach and brag and boast cause I got the most Ganja as a kid
I got caught All swerved and served and bought my product And I ain’t even rock cut I shot up I block dusts and powders as I crowd around do damage I manage the vantage on the M.I.C. do brandish A Gun for the sum I run hits I done Trips up flipped up Catch a Spliff you see as seen as head bust Dead trust that bled cuts I medical head’ll pull back and cap Said as dead with the strap I head back To the Casa I been a lot of proper stop yah up I cop yah bucks as struck I fiend in the cut for Ganja Herb but I verb hit it word up they duck I swerved in the truck as lead bust I caught a head rush Off some stuff I loaded coated as I floated across the boss I lean and floss as the Gold cost a lot I Soldier shot fold your Pot up But I recommend Pot a lot to bold bust that With the fat low rider connect the hold checks Bet that Platinum Diamonds on my necklace I eat breakfast for lunch and skip dinner Beginners hit the singer as Wing there I fin to stare and careful You get pulled by the hair and dragged Across the bag across the flag I wear the Soldier Rag
We got bricks of compressed Ganja and lift All Soldier’s armor that Trip Of getting shot at and shot back Release the stacks as bleed backs and decease Into the beast we roll East as the heat sits I beat it quit the hit trick up to slip up I written on the touch that’s into as such as hush On my microphone I rush Like I was smoking Cocaine All jokes aside I came with the turned tides I work it murder with rhymes as burst flips The bombs blow up and stun you on The cycle is gone the heights pull up on long So who got it going on? We Soldier from on the farm as I darned hardcore I slice into the Ice and fight this War As I roll dice all men and mice I Christ Royal released as eyes as mics bleed I got what you need and proceed To blow Weed Ganja All soaking alarm bear so crews stop and stare I tear down all the wares round as ground pounded I lounge in the cut as sounded I bound to pull A head up as said trust that lead bust You get cussed at I sold rap and hush that On the map I roll tracks like busted tacks I just flushed with the facts as murder tracks All heard of slacks as contact I beam back And truck rope intact I’m no joke On my Water Fast I mastered Class It’s classic with the back spit and skip the hat That flip rounds on grounds to dismiss
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I was looking for a New High! I caught a guy snooping through my eye I hit him die as I victim I stick men for their Trips then I flip them Sick as a mix in the fix with witness I lit this as a business Yo! What is this? Is it like Christmas where you get gifts? No. I burned to earn As I turn I churn in the learning I’m furthering the server as King Rewrite this swing as cycle the sting I hit it bike pull up a type I ripe to Trip as pipe I just that flight taking Baking in the aching program There’s no faking I with the whole jam The plan is to roll scan the fold I got that Gold Platinum I rap and spun hum one off the rung Sung as bolt for volt I jolt Relax colt as they told to hold Before they scold they release the old man I can scan the area for terrorist Beware of the fist lurking Work in the murder bring the swing bat I hit a rap up that max I tack in the back bend that task Relapse all heads cracked as steel black Reveal the lack all day as they spray With the AK-47
Back bled A thistlehead From rising said My wrist all red From deadheading the feds as meds come through Pharmaceutical brew as slew Drew in the Dragon All tag as bag in the black flag A Soldier stagger As canned hang in there but beware Of the boys We light this like toys I in sight with deployment I Royal in the rent I foil all the spent Bent entrance for defense I lent it spread intend To end this With the blend twist up the bag and lock I pop it shock it on top with the stock I fully loaded Glock I rock around the clock As shock I might cock back and blast A task mastered Faster with the megablast from Crack Cocaine Roll in the flame as Gold proclaim what I sold as bold I with the cold wind blew as drew that fluid impact and do it scratch All who with the wrath as flash Make a dash Make some Cash and exit mask the text edited for said it skip heads Recycle till I’m dead pull up the hype will in mics bled dry Don’t ask me why
I imagine Anyone from any Sun with any Gun To run up in They stuck in Murder plucked in The word curve what’s up in? I strut in To tuck in Best buck when I chuck the ten Pluck some men Truck rope Scope all off they cope I broke then To cope men Soak in Ganja smoke and I broke when? I toke through the end of the night On flights I light Do it tight I write lyrics Fears You steer it I tear hit up the rear Or exit the front of a punk Some chump gets dunked Just murder once That’s all you got with Gun Sun for fun Weighs a ton Just run You get done I imagine pluck this off of numb What you’ve become With this fight This flight Within sight
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I ruptured A nut sack Bring it on back That Gun Contact Made exact With rap I got dap Proceed to head CRACK! Out the black I seen the map And flow sap The trap With the capped up Slapped up The Mac 10 dust on drugs For thugs Showin’ the whole roll and like nugs Of Dank Buds Ganja rubs back I dub sack Before I make tracks In fact Impact Intact With the strap I relight it right back With the max I track on The latch long to lift Bong smoke Gone like a riff job And heart throb All I see is slob And like this roll mob
We’ve got wings! We take advantage and fly with the eye open Scope the whole thing with something to open the eye further Murder was the case We case the place And written the taste the flavor Ace up the sleeve major No danger no stranger thing that flavor the sing a song Light a bong prolong the flows on I hold on strong as I’m gone Psychedelic on the head you bet it fed it edited the medicine made me Key in the Trees with the skis I rock Gs off the top fleet Sheet in the reap for they creep I shot it up to bleep I stock it to clock with they talk it and walk it I stalk it rhyme often I raw soften the walls All I called I balled ignite this follow all the hollow swallow the all flows Gold We never fall mold the weather fall as all that
I rip it Rock it up top Hit the clockwork wrench As Stench of Ganja hence the drama From yo momma I got to jam on brah I hit the comma Cement bent invent the heat vent I speed when it’s the flavor that layed back I trip a sack of Ganja contact I flip a rap up I slap up and back up over some plastic I rap shit real drastic Kids get spastic when they hear my shit blasted Adults get their ass kicked by the Psychedelic Intelligent with the relevance In the 2024 I take it to War for the Core Hardcore Score as been on tour I microphone bust as trust that more I’m in lust I make MCs bit the dust and plush rush in the cuffs I liken to such as crushed I bum rush Hush up MCs dunk them in my coffee I hit up toffee candy coated Hashish in Amsterdam I flow with the jam who I am I got Iran to back up now A brown cow allowed some milk to go down I wear the crown Don’t lit a frown You got the Pot to shot up bound to the Product I lock shut the top popped like Glock Bust Blow you away like chalk dust
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I ripped the concrete Streets you locked in I drop a Prison up the decision cut Was all mine in the dime poison blind Just frozen in time We’re the chosen Flip it flows and like rose I lit the bros up I Soldier cold cut But much bolder I told yah I roll as old squares get teared torn Born in worn out Surf the concrete no doubt I word of mouth strike you out I been on route to shed the town I drop it down and pop it sound like hot grits I clock fifths shock it like tricks boxed up My Glock bust when the topic is to top it I block switch up the limit with cold digits You inhibited Ribbit like frog in the fog I mastered Cogs Turning Burning crews churning up fools I light Crystal Meth cool as sweat A fool don’t got a Tech so I inject The rep with the pep I sweat a Def cat that reflex flat I got Mex Sack big ass Kilo feel old when I shot up with real Gold I hit it peel slow Heel toe I flipped the flow And seal the glow You get rolled under control On the bold you shoulder the load My Mushrooms make crews Fold
Crack is the chillin’ stuff When children rush they feel the stuff as such as bust that I trust that Crack to come back In the stacks I got I got flat for product Sawed in half lock shut Core as poor I lit it more for drama I comment how my bomb sent the shock invented Rented out a space with the taste for Crack Cocaine Light a brain disdain for the flame of the torch You could drive a Porsche You sell that shit to scorch Rocks intelligent I bell in a magnet The fragment meant the fag meant to bent backward as each spent I got coin I boy in the real ploy I lit it like Soy for Vegans Chillin’ with the heat spread This rush will leave you dead Bumrush the said as you bled My lungs inhale tons like guns I love to wipe sums My mic is thugged I pulled the plug on yours for starting Wars I tripped it four four Hit this more and slip through core I invent the swore for the floor I hit it and what’s more I cinch for inches of every block with every hit I clock
Stacked Straps for when the fiends come and Cash Up My last cut got me busted back but I rusted out the Murder no doubt I turn a spot rap hot like Soldier shot at I got the Gat and raw product I saw shut in the case in the Ace the law saw all of them defaced like brah Tame that jaw busted came back The way intact come with Max I wax the backs off that ass to crash course rap with force Sorted core that hoards of Warriors More to the burn as earn as couriers of scorn I light this down it torn till it’s lifeless I mic adjust the height of plush tight like rush Seen you in the cuffs all meals that served enough and rough Cuss that flush cats down drains in lit lanes Everyone blood stains Will it remain the Murder claim to fame? Got this main drag folded up toe tagged with bullets from the Glock Shock all the crews off they all talk I loaded my Gun and popped one kid Real nervous slid into the furnace of death
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-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (02/04/24 11:46 PM)
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