F/ Shaka Loc
(Shaka Loc)
Blinded, by the way of the Locs, the haters hold to
Extinguish the flames, and blow the roof off with smoke
Whether or not it's West Coast, it's Mad Man fa sho this
Notice the raw talent, technique, but not no hits
Critics crack frowns for holdin' the town down
I'm mad now, just so sick of the same sound
Formed a method and kept it, use it as a weapon against you
Bionic issue, to raise above the role of officials
Chronic fatigue
Flossin' for nil, innate hatin' chromatic emcees
I'm chasin' faces of Satan
Waitin' on Daytons, debatin' whether or not to shoot for the stars
You know who you are, but you can't keep on jabbin' the jaw
I worked too hard, everyone carries a bucket of blood
From the sweat glands of a Mad Man, there ain't no love
So bizarre, drownin' in a lake called "Hate"
Shaka Loc and Nefarious without a debate
(X-Raided)
Right before I bark like a mastie
With lines harder than mastic
Spit rhymes like bullets, swell up your chest like mastisses
I've mastered this rap scene
Blasted every wack cat I've seen
I've got the best flow, no match for this West Coast rap King
And that's fact, not fabricated
Black Market advocated
With rhymes to substantiate it
It's fine, avidly hated
When I rhyme tragically premeditated raps should be segregated
Wack emcees and emcees with skills should be separated
Debated in Hip-Hop Senate
Empeach all Record label Presidents releasin' as many wack acts as No Limit
No critic is bein' critical of their pitiful releases
I'm Siskel and Ebert, two thumbs down, rippin' you into plentiful pieces
Spit this thesis to the drug pound, flood the mic in a receptacle
On stage, holdin' my testicles, speakin' in tongues like a processional
You're facin' inevitable spectacles steppin' to me
Your mid-section'll be crampin' like it was stretchin'
When a professional wreckin' the beat
Tears second to me, we all for total domination, complete
Vocal abomination can beat
With niggas like shootouts in the streets
Verbal automatic release at least a hundred rounds per discharge
In hordes, who else you expect to come this hard?
(Shaka Loc)
Blinded, by the way of the Locs, the haters hold to
Extinguish the flames, and blow the roof off with smoke
Whether or not it's West Coast, it's Mad Man fa sho this
Notice the raw talent, technique, but not no hits
Critics crack frowns for holdin' the town down
I'm mad now, just so sick of the same sound
Formed a method and kept it, use it as a weapon against you
Bionic issue, to raise above the role of officials
Chronic fatigue
Flossin' for nil, innate hatin' chromatic emcees
I'm chasin' faces of Satan
Waitin' on Daytons, debatin' whether or not to shoot for the stars
You know who you are, but you can't keep on jabbin' the jaw
I worked too hard, everyone carries a bucket of blood
From the sweat glands of a Mad Man, there ain't no love
So bizarre, drownin' in a lake called "Hate"
Shaka Loc and Nefarious without a debate
(X-Raided)
Right before I bark like a mastie
With lines harder than mastic
Spit rhymes like bullets, swell up your chest like mastisses
I've mastered this rap scene
Blasted every wack cat I've seen
I've got the best flow, no match for this West Coast rap King
And that's fact, not fabricated
Black Market advocated
With rhymes to substantiate it
It's fine, avidly hated
When I rhyme tragically premeditated raps should be segregated
Wack emcees and emcees with skills should be separated
Debated in Hip-Hop Senate
Empeach all Record label Presidents releasin' as many wack acts as No Limit
No critic is bein' critical of their pitiful releases
I'm Siskel and Ebert, two thumbs down, rippin' you into plentiful pieces
Spit this thesis to the drug pound, flood the mic in a receptacle
On stage, holdin' my testicles, speakin' in tongues like a processional
You're facin' inevitable spectacles steppin' to me
Your mid-section'll be crampin' like it was stretchin'
When a professional wreckin' the beat
Tears second to me, we all for total domination, complete
Vocal abomination can beat
With niggas like shootouts in the streets
Verbal automatic release at least a hundred rounds per discharge
In hordes, who else you expect to come this hard?
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