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darker than the east river
larger than the empire state
with the beats to guard the barb wire gate
its on the job, not my fate
tired of the wait
til the villian bring deliverance from the dire straights
fire at a higher rate, why'd they make the liars
flyers scatter by your plate, isolate the wires
try the straight pliers, if not the vice grip
so real price saver wait to aquire nice whips
wanna steal for real on wheels of steel
stunner a funner summer number one mil deal bummer
a bizzare phenomenon is your armor on
take your cash calmer, or break your fast ramadan
transaction drama on come on barney
clack clack pardon me, whack rap bacardi
he came to feed the children like sally struthers
after that hes going back to cali wheres the
*love is*
wilder than the nile
hold power like the great pyramids of giza and state
leanin' like the tower of pizza
give him somethin' he can feel
thats soft to squeeze a
roll with the pendant on the mic off the hiza
get shot off that wide eyed talk
and if he had a pot he'd still piss on the sidewalk
can't take the street out the street person
lookin' for the perfect beat, could worsen into heat burstin
they couldnt spot him on the spot date
got the only tape that come with a free hot plate
whoever do get to see me sing
with the three B ring, sitting stationary like BB king
see how it really sting, it aint no front row
standing room only at the motocross gunshow
the roughest ain't up to snuffleupagus
me and southers like the brown smothers brothers
*my love is*
faster than the seven seas,
bigger than mount kilimanjaro
if they dont know fill 'em in tomorrow
on the horror show a mental note, return bobs record
swear to god before he gets a job he robs neckard
bless with a hot flow, tested and got dough
invested in stress the best to finess a op though
as i reminess, never forgot when i was very broke
shot the henny straight, couldnt afford to 'cop a cherry coke
or should i say broke with wealth
to know enough to give 'em just enough rope to choke they self
plan B before i take the ring and pawn it
the long arm of the law couldnt even put they fingaz on it
dog gonit do the statistics
how he bust lyrics its too futuristic for ballistics
and far to eccentric for forensics
i dedicate this mix to subroc the hip hop hendrix
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