
Spontaneous (13 MC’s Deep!) Leaders of the New School (Ft. Blitz, Cracker Jacks, Kollie Weed, Rampage & Rumpletilskinz)
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[Verse 1: Cool Whip]
Holy smoking Joe, no jokes
I post no hoax for ya folks, no cocaine cokes
Cool whipper, whopper, wailing with Willis
Dealers do quills, quills do dillis
I'm ills like wills for the thrills of the phills nils phylis
My rap style kills, dead bodies stay stillest
'Cause Ben was my friend, he's the maniest
Cracker Jack Cool Whip spontaneous
[Verse 2: Brittle]
Here we go
Brittle-ism organic organism schism
Kanism ism is I, will I, was I
Insanic poetical panic standing stanic
Illy silly, I made you hump a hillbilly
Kick your mother to Kansas, you hunchback hoodlum or hoody
Goody gets new tricks for rhyme flicks
My flattery battery bust nutters, got your girly in the buttus
Utters now your ho cakes sluttish
[Verse 3: The Capital L.S.]
Well I'm feeling an astro flow to the afro and
Rumplin', tillin', skin in
Amazing loops filled with lyrical hoops
Peace to Betty Boops pass my GI-Gibaud's
Posing for the ha holy matrimony
I love ya Rosie Perez who said you had bulky legs
Call me daddy short dreads look at all the revolving beds
Kangaroos cold sportin' Pro-Keds
Holy smoking Joe, no jokes
I post no hoax for ya folks, no cocaine cokes
Cool whipper, whopper, wailing with Willis
Dealers do quills, quills do dillis
I'm ills like wills for the thrills of the phills nils phylis
My rap style kills, dead bodies stay stillest
'Cause Ben was my friend, he's the maniest
Cracker Jack Cool Whip spontaneous
[Verse 2: Brittle]
Here we go
Brittle-ism organic organism schism
Kanism ism is I, will I, was I
Insanic poetical panic standing stanic
Illy silly, I made you hump a hillbilly
Kick your mother to Kansas, you hunchback hoodlum or hoody
Goody gets new tricks for rhyme flicks
My flattery battery bust nutters, got your girly in the buttus
Utters now your ho cakes sluttish
[Verse 3: The Capital L.S.]
Well I'm feeling an astro flow to the afro and
Rumplin', tillin', skin in
Amazing loops filled with lyrical hoops
Peace to Betty Boops pass my GI-Gibaud's
Posing for the ha holy matrimony
I love ya Rosie Perez who said you had bulky legs
Call me daddy short dreads look at all the revolving beds
Kangaroos cold sportin' Pro-Keds
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