[Slug] Put it under the needle and drop it on the one, boy Your mama say that I be rappin´ in my dad voice Defense mech to protect me from the fuck toys
Joysticks, see me swerve through these asteroids Life is good, V.G. plus But, yo, I still got that hunger to hold a box cutter Let me carve my name in your security blanket I´m sleepin´ on a train on a sweat-stained mattress I´m not expectin´ company, hit the floor If death comes for me somebody gotta get the door You might choke on a sucker from the liquor store We might get so high we don´t exist no more I´m like smoke, I´m supposed to rise That´s why you blow both of us towards the sky So close the blinds and lend me your time All of your enemies´ll eventually die
[Gifted Gab] Pen game methane, Slug said to gas the shit
Spit flame just to keep the matches lit They say I´m half insane, the other half immaculate, could you imagine it? Whatever, I don´t like to shoot ´cause I´m just way too accurate When they be at you they don´t ever at you, that´s the wackest shit And ain´t too many bitches that can hang or even match my wits I mean, I´ve had it up to here, I´m talkin´ Atmosphere ´Cause I don´t even talk to them, they say I´m too cavalier I´m like your greatest livin´ fear when I twist the gears Gimme props, I ain´t have to drop a bitch in several years I look at OGs as my only peers
So let me know when you done playin´ in the snow, the slopes for real skiers I´m droppin´ real tears from laughin´ at you weirdos Drag you lil´by your earlobes Number one stunner, stone cold, below zero Too dope, I´ma need more than one kilo
[Murs] Oral Krylon, I spray all my style on Mind brighter than them orange end zone pylons Two hands from the zebra man Instant replay says the play on the field stands I pack the stands with my stanzas My stans go bananas, it´s a bona fide bonanza Word to Jason Alexander Cus D´Amato of the culture, coulda cussed out Costanza
Fuck Trump and fuck cancer Fans raise they hands but they ain´t got the answers No performance enhancers Six rings, piss clean, I ain´t takin´ no chances Who else could dance with the devil? Samba with the mamba, Macarena with ya mama Fuck a double entendre Put it plain ´til I leave this plane, I´m a problem
[Haphduzn] Quick witted, sharp tongue, I don´t mince words Plentiful supply, use strife as my cistern Take it in stride but describe it uncensored Wadin´ through the pain, love, lies and adventure Gotta ensure the time spent wisely Pops´ tenure didn´t outlast the Isley´s
Walk soft, big stick and a slight lean Kept the Nikes clean when nights got unsightly Last real hitter alive, bitch, I might be Death swarmin´, head forward, kept forgin´ Never fret or let ´em see me sweat when I was left for it Records reflect what I rep once it get sorted Duckin´ twelve with bench warrants to gettin´ bread tourin´ Can you dig it way deeper than the surface shit? What the true meanin´ and the purpose is? Soul´s fiendin´ for half the breathin´ we burdened with
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