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- Uhh, yeah, my conference calls with
Los and Kino consists of(Nigga, tone it down, theres way too much killin)
Of course
I ignore em, a poor man talk
I dont give a fuck if
I throw my poor fans off
Pathetic war done entered my brain
And permanently changed me now
Im angrySo fuck a metaphor, fuck hip hop, hip hop sucks
You got, niggaz on top swingin from 2
Pacs nuts
Its like,
I could go in the lab and try to write
Somethin thats nice or bright
But I will be holdin back my scriptures in the dark
Deep rooted soldier inside my soul
Uncontrollable temper like
The Hulks
My wife dont like my album, its way too dark for women
She say it sound like
I hold grudges
She rather listen to
Joe Buddens, no disrespect aight?
But fuck a party now and everybody like(Whats wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin)(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal but
I have no problem
With puttin this gun down and beatin yo ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights,
I will kill you(Somethings wrong with him)(Just like his pops he dont give a fuck)(If you like him or not, hes a major problem)
I will slap yo ass in church
And apologize to
Jesus later, punk
Why am I hot and you not and why is you rich?
And why I aint got shit in my pocket but lint?
This aint rap no mo', this not a flow
This is beef, theres a couple street niggaz that got to go
My name is
Nickel, Im from the suburbs(Yeah)
Its only a ten minute drive to come and get you(Yeah)
Tired of you hoes,
I will slap snot side ways
Outta ya nose, partnah(Partnah)
I know we got drama but
I will still show up
At your funeral and hug yo ugly ass momma
Everybody wanna know why the flow is so bad(Why is you so mad?)
Everybody askin(Whats wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin )(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal but
I have no problem
With puttin this gun down and beatin yo ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights,
I will kill you(Somethings wrong with him)
Im a natural since
I wrote Black
GirlI hope that you dont think that
I wont smack yo bitch
Cause I will clap her if she happen to be witchu
When I kill you
You can get ideas, nobody compares you thugs
I will put out the bub on top of yo head
This .22 rifle, be shootin them bouncin bullets
The enter into your head and exit out yo foot
Ride off as soon as my clip turns, you click
And them choppers is lookin for eyeballs(Yeah)
You could bring yo roughest, toughest thug
Thats jealous, just tell him to touch me,
I will fuck him up
I will knock his ass out
And if I cant beat him
I will grab my heater and pop his ass
Fuck yo life, stripes
I will shock yo hood
And I aint never dyin, knock on wood, whattup
Los?(Whats wrong witchu nigga? Every song you killin)(Every rhyme you spit is violently put)
Lethal but
I have no problem
With puttin this gun down and beatin yo ass up
I was taught rhyme from the heart, they will feel you
I like the dark, you cut on them lights,
I will kill you(Somethings wrong with him)
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