[Round 1: Steams]
Leprechaun-orange beard bars is somethin' you gotta deal wit'!
Either that, or some real shit
I'm talkin' no leg shots
The shit I palm for heads (foreheads) like I feel sick
Real shit, word to Mommy
For y'all thinkin' this herb could stop me
My last 2-on-2, with Chess on my back: I'll reverse the body!
I had to study this verse, rehearse the body
Then got a box to put you in one: I'm re-hearsin' bodies
Get used to Steams shootin' these niggas that's not crew wit' me
Wit' army guns from the Carter battle, I got two or three
Old straps, 'cause these new clips (Clips) not what they used to be
You could be a bitch
When Dan yells (Danielle), I hear a broad now
Tell Chuck I'm tailored
We can converse whenever: I got star rounds!
'Lyt get the longest night
King, you won't see Day for a long while
Jones? Boring!
I'll take Chill' out, and won't calm down
Rip through the street, breakin' ya block up: I'm layin' tar down!
Who the God now?
Faking this inspiration, a sad actor
'Cause you and B. Dot talked that shit, then battled white boys for the chain
That's ass-backwards!
Fake-preaching
For that factor, I gotta set him straight
'Cause the only thing I'm offerin' God is a flipped cap: that's a collection plate
Bet he stay in his crib, screamin', "Bar God!" like he did somethin'
Ashtray at Daishiki house: spinnin' 'round his kids punchin'
Bet you gon' say I used to choke a lot, and it's disgustin'
But that shit got old before it started like Ben Button
Arnold and Wills: nigga, this kid drummin' (Drummond)
Start sprintin' when I'm hittin', or y'all the Clintons
First you, then your bitch runnin'!
I'm feelin' lucky, like Ace before Lulu and Mitch stunted
My palm itchy, I got the slot machine: I'mma hit somethin'
Stop talkin'! You did nothin'!
Hang it up, or these shots callin'
Before he bang on me, his end comin'
This kid buggin', 'cause what he didn't mention
Is it's a ladder on this star's .45, but that's my secret extension
It's like that!
Fuck you and ya light raps!
You taught your cousin how to hold the ratchet, then had to hold his casket? They hyped that
My unc' gave me the gun from young, told me it's my strap
Me, a group of niggas, and my gat
Off the stoop wit' niggas, then right back
It grew wit' niggas, but I ain't like it...'cause of the nose: I'm Mike Jack!
Your light raps, it's funny, 'cause you a fan of the boy Tay
This dick-rider ain't wanna rock (Roc) wit' Kannon 'til he joined Cave
But off Kannon, 'cause I took that battle for granted
But you got a death wish, I'm lettin' the four grant it
You inherited this loss, money, so I can't leave you alone (a loan) like poor parents!
These my war antics
But play hero, and settle for a cold cut like a store sandwich
I'm tryin' to do more damage
Cut out the red meat 'til he turn vegan
This pussy goin' back to Organik (organic)!
If your plan is to speak on Chess' success, stop, chump
You ever heard
Me hate on that man? Not once
I'm from the Army: little bro 'posed to be on the top bunk!
So stop frontin' and drop somethin'
I got a bullet for every freckle on your face
Nigga, the club ain't lit when ya spots jumpin'!
Wait, I forgot somethin'
One more subject to get touched
I hate wife-beaters, and you hit the slut when it get rough
So think Bonus Round, the way I be buckin' his whip up
I'mma give D V cases for fuckin' his bitch up!
One more thing that I got to do
He called me a janitor
Mailroom shit: this stock needed a ladder to get ya box to you
CakeLyfe!
Leprechaun-orange beard bars is somethin' you gotta deal wit'!
Either that, or some real shit
I'm talkin' no leg shots
The shit I palm for heads (foreheads) like I feel sick
Real shit, word to Mommy
For y'all thinkin' this herb could stop me
My last 2-on-2, with Chess on my back: I'll reverse the body!
I had to study this verse, rehearse the body
Then got a box to put you in one: I'm re-hearsin' bodies
Get used to Steams shootin' these niggas that's not crew wit' me
Wit' army guns from the Carter battle, I got two or three
Old straps, 'cause these new clips (Clips) not what they used to be
You could be a bitch
When Dan yells (Danielle), I hear a broad now
Tell Chuck I'm tailored
We can converse whenever: I got star rounds!
'Lyt get the longest night
King, you won't see Day for a long while
Jones? Boring!
I'll take Chill' out, and won't calm down
Rip through the street, breakin' ya block up: I'm layin' tar down!
Who the God now?
Faking this inspiration, a sad actor
'Cause you and B. Dot talked that shit, then battled white boys for the chain
That's ass-backwards!
Fake-preaching
For that factor, I gotta set him straight
'Cause the only thing I'm offerin' God is a flipped cap: that's a collection plate
Bet he stay in his crib, screamin', "Bar God!" like he did somethin'
Ashtray at Daishiki house: spinnin' 'round his kids punchin'
Bet you gon' say I used to choke a lot, and it's disgustin'
But that shit got old before it started like Ben Button
Arnold and Wills: nigga, this kid drummin' (Drummond)
Start sprintin' when I'm hittin', or y'all the Clintons
First you, then your bitch runnin'!
I'm feelin' lucky, like Ace before Lulu and Mitch stunted
My palm itchy, I got the slot machine: I'mma hit somethin'
Stop talkin'! You did nothin'!
Hang it up, or these shots callin'
Before he bang on me, his end comin'
This kid buggin', 'cause what he didn't mention
Is it's a ladder on this star's .45, but that's my secret extension
It's like that!
Fuck you and ya light raps!
You taught your cousin how to hold the ratchet, then had to hold his casket? They hyped that
My unc' gave me the gun from young, told me it's my strap
Me, a group of niggas, and my gat
Off the stoop wit' niggas, then right back
It grew wit' niggas, but I ain't like it...'cause of the nose: I'm Mike Jack!
Your light raps, it's funny, 'cause you a fan of the boy Tay
This dick-rider ain't wanna rock (Roc) wit' Kannon 'til he joined Cave
But off Kannon, 'cause I took that battle for granted
But you got a death wish, I'm lettin' the four grant it
You inherited this loss, money, so I can't leave you alone (a loan) like poor parents!
These my war antics
But play hero, and settle for a cold cut like a store sandwich
I'm tryin' to do more damage
Cut out the red meat 'til he turn vegan
This pussy goin' back to Organik (organic)!
If your plan is to speak on Chess' success, stop, chump
You ever heard
Me hate on that man? Not once
I'm from the Army: little bro 'posed to be on the top bunk!
So stop frontin' and drop somethin'
I got a bullet for every freckle on your face
Nigga, the club ain't lit when ya spots jumpin'!
Wait, I forgot somethin'
One more subject to get touched
I hate wife-beaters, and you hit the slut when it get rough
So think Bonus Round, the way I be buckin' his whip up
I'mma give D V cases for fuckin' his bitch up!
One more thing that I got to do
He called me a janitor
Mailroom shit: this stock needed a ladder to get ya box to you
CakeLyfe!
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