[Tag: 954mari & [?]]
9-5-4 (9-5-4)
9
[Intro: 954mari & wyt]
Let's get it! (Órale, wyt)
Okay
[Verse 1: 954mari]
You try to lie just to pull in yo' profit
We spinnin' yo' block like the top of the Florian
Most of my posse is fiendin' for lean
My team full of zombies, Gecko Moria (Bitch)
All of my demons be geekin', they dying and tweaking
They really some undead warriors
Beat from the pack, so when I smoke the track
I be killing this shit
Someone call in the coroners
Get lost and never get found
No crock, he simmer it down
Get chopped, yo' system is down
Get choppеd, big knots from the top of yo' fit to the gown
Big rocks, my wrist finna drown
Seastonеs in the chrome, li'l bitch
One click, then you out
Let's see what yo' clique is about
East side, but I'm big in the south
Deepside, we drifting around (Huh?)
Fuck the drama, this the Hana-Hana, if you got a problem, put my hands on you
Fight with fists, this no J-J-K, but if we run the fade, then I expand on you (Huh?)
Green-headed mobster like Dennis Rodman, but he still get lost
I'm like, "Shame on you" (Yeah)
I'm with my nakama, stick to the code just like Java, I'm not finna change on crew (Facts)
Cut 'em like Zoro, you all gettin' lost in the sauce like you tossed in a pan of Ragù (Yeah)
My chick move like she cool with the Kuja clan, I'm the only dude shawty show her back to
Moving like Sanji, I want the smoke, try to kick it wit' me? Then I'm in a bad mood
Cut up your organs and paint a li'l portrait, get printed by Morgan, he send the bad news
I feel like a menace, a demon, a Devil
So mari don't do main character raps
They swear that they dogs, they the hounds out in Impel Down
Come around, I embarrass yo' pack (Yeah)
You testin' my spirit, but most people drop when they near it
So where is the merit to that?
Fightin' a demon, he looking like Moria
Horns on his head with hysterical laughter
9-5-4 (9-5-4)
9
[Intro: 954mari & wyt]
Let's get it! (Órale, wyt)
Okay
[Verse 1: 954mari]
You try to lie just to pull in yo' profit
We spinnin' yo' block like the top of the Florian
Most of my posse is fiendin' for lean
My team full of zombies, Gecko Moria (Bitch)
All of my demons be geekin', they dying and tweaking
They really some undead warriors
Beat from the pack, so when I smoke the track
I be killing this shit
Someone call in the coroners
Get lost and never get found
No crock, he simmer it down
Get chopped, yo' system is down
Get choppеd, big knots from the top of yo' fit to the gown
Big rocks, my wrist finna drown
Seastonеs in the chrome, li'l bitch
One click, then you out
Let's see what yo' clique is about
East side, but I'm big in the south
Deepside, we drifting around (Huh?)
Fuck the drama, this the Hana-Hana, if you got a problem, put my hands on you
Fight with fists, this no J-J-K, but if we run the fade, then I expand on you (Huh?)
Green-headed mobster like Dennis Rodman, but he still get lost
I'm like, "Shame on you" (Yeah)
I'm with my nakama, stick to the code just like Java, I'm not finna change on crew (Facts)
Cut 'em like Zoro, you all gettin' lost in the sauce like you tossed in a pan of Ragù (Yeah)
My chick move like she cool with the Kuja clan, I'm the only dude shawty show her back to
Moving like Sanji, I want the smoke, try to kick it wit' me? Then I'm in a bad mood
Cut up your organs and paint a li'l portrait, get printed by Morgan, he send the bad news
I feel like a menace, a demon, a Devil
So mari don't do main character raps
They swear that they dogs, they the hounds out in Impel Down
Come around, I embarrass yo' pack (Yeah)
You testin' my spirit, but most people drop when they near it
So where is the merit to that?
Fightin' a demon, he looking like Moria
Horns on his head with hysterical laughter
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