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Warm Pepsi
04:24
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Sniff a drag, think I lit a bag
Sit and bring Dilla back
Take a whiff of what I can't
Whistle to my maker and wish I could recant
Mistletoe jaded with my wood up in a bitch's pants
Do a different dance, 'cause
Thats who the fuck I is
Who the fuck are you?
Catch him back n forth across the city for a buck or two
Better buckle boo, cousin got the knuckle stew
Got a squad of g's, they bout the size of double you
Take the blood out you, deposit on a sieve
And serve it to ya kin, with a wine that was dried
Just to fuck with ya kin, I'll fuck with your kid
If you fuck with me kid, don't fuck with me kid
Cocky 'cause I know Po got me in a fight
Thats Joshua, hot as he is popular
He'll pop you off and pop ya jaw
Make you scream for poppa's arms
Fuck common law, its Camelot for your life
Dark as Arthur, when clad in the shiny suits
Phantom on a riding stoop, write a bar while wives pursue
Who will duel with the famous father of the fuckin night
Date ya daughter, turn her to a cynic bartender
With a tendency to look at life, through microscopes of hustle eyes
Scope the bum of dimes until a hoe who's butter under mine
Pity pity me, been losin all my piety
But it was only I who lauded all the fuckin lie in me
Disgrace to a lion he, took a bow to find a seat
Read the book aloud and his crime i magnified to see
Had a dime with me, who hasn't died in time with me
Forever findin me, squander life for idle cheats
Since Stonehenge story of the boy circulates
His rogue men, hold oil to whoever poisons me
But I'm Hercules, sin a tragic flaw and arrow heel
The path I'm on makes pharoah's kneel,
And gladly wrong they favorite lil'
Demi god, heavy rocks'll rain the size of fuckin fiats
Fuck your knee up, you achilles heroes shoulda been a ne-yo
Love the One without a patron so she can't betray the cause
Save the talk calypso though ya lips so soft I hate to scoff
Gain a capital through a bunch of fuckin propaganda
Propogate by props who poppa's hate em, probs adopt the babe and
Most likely, leave em in the mos eisly
Cantina bands with tanned rita hands for writing
In the forest with some warm pepsi
And some cold pizza, you better warn everyone
I need my steak very done
Leave the game maritime
Plead a case and beat the bailiff, maniac
In the forest with some warm pepsi
Drown in all this, found a god in warm pepsi
Rope or ladder, it dont matter
You dont account if you dont matter
Matterhorn all over her, don't text back I'm bored of her
Cadillac through callabasas, cacklin in candy pink
Glasses, with yo bitch's gelatin mad in brand name minks
The shit shine like shiva in the fuckin himalayas
Sheesh'n all these teachers from a beach of fuckin him and leia
Little playa what it do, probly kick it on naboo
Snitchin then im on to you, like miller bill ya little later
In the forest with some warm pepsi
And some cold pizza, you better warn everyone
I need my steak very done
Leave the game maritime
Plead a case and beat the bailiff, maniac
In the forest with some warm pepsi
Drown in all this, found a god in warm pepsi
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All these hoes wanna drop it for the kommunist
Make ya daughta wetter then, if she was on the mothership
I dont keep my word a lot, but i promise that i promise this
Turn you to an old yeller if you keep on barkin bitch
Solve my problems trigger talkin
Watch out or you'll trigger Hawkins
You bitches is just twitter barkin
See you down the simple faucet
Sinnin often, snitches pausin
When the light shines down, my crown'll spit in ya conscious
Accumulate, kush till it looks cumulus
The cue to play aint cute because bitch we super rich
I'd be a fool to say
I proved the shit, but its still fuck a come up
Still sucker punch a, bitch who didn't front us
Hummin underneath where hemmingway laid
Dalek, with his motherfuckin comradery
Daunt the darkened faces, ash awaitens Khan's fatherly
Awakening as the don of daku hasn't lost soup
The lost tunes of Ocarina opening a old arena
Ocean owes him over oval, better be the olsen 'gina
Oaks'll free up, oats'll feed us, horses throw they token rear up
Ovulate an oprah for his goal, control the whole area
Bolt your knee up, after banter patch we'll fucking torture it
Bantha laughter, panther standards to you we just a loitering
Your youngest scrumptious better throw her toys inside the toilet bitch
Coulda stayed a fungus 'came humungous like a boil bitch
Yaga a, yamaha, yarmulka like oliver
Twistin on the face of fagin, famous hangin on a nook
Satan seance, say ya prayers cause there is a lot of us
Sinister as Justice strapped with hand cannons in ya mind
Serve dinner crimes with a side of pie from the fucking kid of mine
Dazzle dandy ordinary chaps whose dicks is only instinct
Dastardly sack any savages with morbid screamin
Just for how he breathin, his kids get a rowdy beatin
The wife's dowry even aint shit to a clown believin
That he merciless, like the Merridew in all humans
But this aint no Percy shit, truly fit to call you bitch
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Hammerhead
02:18
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Bit off more then you can chew, and bitch I'm the byproduct
I am not ironic
Neither am a child artist
Flow bulimic, bully thee and flush ya dreams with I products
J the pipe, paid to pike ya goals with foals of rye homage
Lioness, lie on a, pride rock of dry honest
Fly honeys, might strongly disagree like martians
Made it from my very own elbow grease
Satin skin'll sate a satan's buried old yellow teeth
Cheerio to be the poor, soul who told fett the deed
Boba met the older creed, bent the fold in hell to see
The ones who scold and preach of envy, force and fuckin jealousy
Fourth in place to hades reach, saffron isn't everything
Safe to say the robe of peace a gamble to be betting queens
Handle on the chess of these, navigating vessel peeps
The fever been perpetual
Blastin into atmosphere, with your favorite pet I will
On skeeves of fuckin benadril
Hand it to the rapper dear, bitch a laden heavy pill
Lady of the lake oughta lap up water of the marx
Hover over london arc, play the fake humble art
Just so i can double cross, europe's fuckin thunder ops
Hunt the bond who's undergone a glo up of grudge to khan
Bitch im swaggin on a unicorn
Ouch to know im in and out the hole from where you was born
Fuckin wrong how i do the thorn that eve presented
Feed the shell-less, deeds of peace'll protect his leave for jesus heaven
Be offended if you can't, annex means of mean intended
Cease the mention, free the friends in, freedom's irony of lesson
Need dependence, lee jefferson, hope he don't see ya breathe ya chest in
Need a blessin, cheat a hexin witch who picked the smith n wesson
Lace ya neck im slicin carats by the fuckin 25
But the ruckus cost ya plenty jive or java, 'pends on mind
Uh, don't meddle, pry, or hire fuckin private eyes
Ya best detective tryina spy better get it in his head he'll die
Death to mimes, scent of pines and whoever try and mess with mine
Met the man who make it happen, rest assured im fifty five
Minus five, cents so I'm ready for my dent demise
Dentist lied, I'm rectified for clubbing at the end of time
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Wolfgang with the ruckus, mozart child prodigy
No amadigos, me no consort with bach or he
Honestly, honesty is not the top policy
Rather ride with rude folk, fructose debauchery
The head honcho, gettin head pronto
Protect ya neck or tecs'll flex if never checked my folk
Lookin appetizers get a logic with silantro
Salon talk salonge or jay versus nas jones
Bitch you should know the only goal is gold like alchemy
Jenkins aint be proud of me, lentils gougin outta me
Valium gorgin while googling on how to be
Palpably, the best but lent'll ache the acne cream
Its fuckin animal how fag comes along with anime
Radical rich so son only ransom ran away
You think a fucking college handin caps for the swaggering
'Plomas are forms of pussyin out to bag a bae
My sick fits and lit spliffs come in litanies
Bitch the shit is fit to me like cp3, and trilogies
Of 3pO these steezy hoes don't really know a thing you see
Create a claim for fingering is easy as a rubio
Drop for rondo, or snoop in the studio
Rock a jeweler's home like a panther of europe's own
Put me on the pantheon of influencing beach bums
You don't recognize, then beckon who gon teach 'em
And its sad in its own right
Whole hobo era goin mad for their own rights
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Sandlot
02:58
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Is you really bout it tho?
I belong on battles hoe
Baboons comin back for more, babblin bout babylon
Prodigous propogator of-
All these magnus accolades
Since agatha is hasslin
My bumblebee, don't fuck with me, I'll fuckin knee your flabby face
The fat of face ejaculate'll
Saturate like plants that ate, everything but gas of grapes
The steward stuart little with the
Genius, my meaning is the greediest
I'll cheat on venus bitch
If I'm a mile o' so farther,
Broke barter probably
What keeps the world in sync
Come and fucking twirl with me, we'll see who worth the blur of seas
Since the blue, fading like a sad rainbow
With the past J Lo, ill pass on potato ass
I dip tea in a bitch weave
With the wind whisperin,
A whistle will whip the shit that witches win through dick deeds
Wizard of the O Z,
So slow how I seep hope,
Sweet leaf of sleep old
As hoes in homes of clean Rome
Cosmic presence
Era of the autocrat has dawned
Baron on the autobahn
The ottomans opt for strong
Oughta not have gone for him
Ad hominem with a
Despotic obstinance
You can't attack the office bitch
Like who set the apple up
Its probably apt you pack your stuff
Man has fuckin had enough, of livin with the hassle drug
Step back your love before the fuckin pack'll snap on lon
Din with the saddle touch, horses know your paltry grudge
If it aint k kid then shut that shit off
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Chile
03:18
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Quarter past nine, so I gobble up the robitussin
If you wanna tussle then I got the favorite nazi oven
Try n hide opals from him, I'm fuckin the khan's cousin
Commie lovin attila, got me lookin mathilda
Voices in the corridor trappin me in california
Can i warn ya, its not a pretty sight to hide in flannel warmers
Half the hoarders happily cut in half like hatchin o deurves
You cant match the odor, gas with hash for dapper hoes bruh
Blue crude crusaders, caper round the complex
Call em off or cholera for all of ya spawn next
Wobble on the gothic dong, jager with the kan west
Brew with the brouhaha, a lucifer contest
Loser loopin through lucid, fraid the moon has come
Will the night stop or join, time will tell on who is grump
Grim spirits got the gang groggy goggles google 'em
Chew em up if jupiter, had to know when pluto dust
I got a coat, but I'm still feeling chilly
Ive been the- problem once upon a time
Columbine if a dolla sign
I probably shouldn't bark the nine
Hide me from the cameras like camels can with camo of
The rag of us, campin on a rampage like a camelot
Campaign, more like a long line of pampered sons
Champagne, they had a lot so patchy patrick passed the blunt
Pamphlets never really reasoned with the tantrum lot
Sabatoge of family's honour, goner but he had his fun
Such a pity too, coulda been the head of state
Vice prevent a viceroy, still the men'll celebrate
'Cause a celibate, aint no sultan never is
Nor is a better saint, stave off fuckin ventilate
And stay away from gallifrey, got the gall degenerate?
Gems of legend justify the fuckin lies of several lived
Askin if genesis was half assed or an accident
Figure out where habit went, christ of witches blesses sin
I got a coat, but I'm still feeling chilly
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Half off what you'd usually get it for
Single horned minotaur, the minoan metaphor
Load a boat of toga-clad, hoes who have a senator
Opulent in odds and ends to hark a fuckin better grow
All these hoes wanna drop it for the kommunist
Roamin through the city like my middle name was Romulus
Better pay homage bitch, or sqaured up and fought a ripped
Spartacus, only difference both are fuckin on a ship
Makin sure the auditor got autism
Because the lay artisan, skipped the books and bought a gun
So the teacher stay callin him
I dont give a fuck, ump'll still break the law for chumps
Ony ya fuckin lawn i'll hump ya daughter and her awesome rump
Just to fuck with fathers lunch'll be ya favorite froggy pump
So succulent the fuckin hen who breaths gettin cut short
The best breasts in the west, boba fett'll fuck corpse
On some Jabba shit, slap a java problem bitch
Jamba hot as aunt jemina 'pon the fountain of grotto kids
Tinker with elixirs kill a whiskered old unicorn
Voldemort with forty hordes devoted to his useless corpse
Only soul who knows the goal nosed a way through Nagini
Agony as half of the, lonely man's threw the sword
Uh, send the cavalry out
Mouth across the lines, sign to sacriligous mount
Bounties like im bonnie, but i cackle on clouds
Clyde and fett, guided fetch, from balcalva brown
Scavenge the town, due to struggles from a Black Death
Past bet with titans incited a fat debt
Radical men ran circles, frightened half-lets
The bat bent bouncin on all of the batty johns
Bitch I'm in position to levy any tax i want
The path im on aint one for nuns, neither for relaxin 'pon
Paddled ponds, down to battle any maddened addled kronk's
Yeah you can lift a lot, but bitch a lot of habit as if
Sent from God, don't no one care about your grind
Its about the time i put the puzzle pieces outta line
So i can swoop in and ruin like a smoke bomb
Ezio with heavy hoes, no hookah bitch we broke bongs
Sit upon my fuckin pimped out classic ziggurat
Etemenanki, so tu back off like a cigarrete
Babel tower, fabled but convincin that its real
Fuckin omnipotent man, god'll send someone to kill
Kill a bitch, if im fuckin feelin it
Never sealin deals, sell the see saw dreamiest
KKid, thats the shit thats poppin,
Like a motherfuckin zit on this favorite adolescent
Piss upon the boys in blue
Its quite a pickle you're into
Phony rappers on the descent, like naked at a lesson, I'm poison poo
Lewd Lewis commodeerin musketeers at his will
But will my musketeers stand a chance against rappin skills
There's no question, it has to Phil
Put me and ratchet recycled rhymes, quotient leave the mass wide-eyed,
Back to Gill,
Jack jackin jill from the hash happy hill
Sacajawea y'all cross the path of pills
Rap as real as a matress in the Matrix, fake it till you make it
Bitch this bearded buccaneer has always rapped for real
Matching cutlasses, fuck glasses, I've got a bone to pick with eyes not born equipped for blastin
Buff buffalo buffalo dutch buffalo, fuckin hoe tryina get me to suck a toe
It ain't happenin fugly bro
I mean dudette, to be honest you and me dude, not the same cat-
Egory, this aint an allegory tellin it straight
What you pack is what you hate
What you rap is what you make
Fuckin shit from front of your back to lunch he ate
Punch the fake pompous luncheon with a liason
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Homeland
01:36
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You can bet your ass it is
The fucking anti pacifists
With a crew of anabaptists
Assaultin all ya dandy faggots, bitch
Brand the name upon the mantel shit
Can the scandolous talk, of course he can ya bitch
Its Kid the shakin chauvinist, as chivalrous as pirate is, the tapes they all pirated, but when played straight comes firemen
Dyin straights declared a dire state of despair so
Propose the pro poets only forge prosaic, but the gargoyles cant gargle the vision, old biased
All dyin goyles who with me they infatuate
Rather passionate is too wack of an adjective to agitate
Shit the slick schizophrenzics grew right back, this skits based on bits of menace in a true-life pack
Enough arse kickin arson in my arsenal for mars to rename into orangeville
Armed for armageddon, carved peon to mega don,
Oregon kids mixed him with oregano
Im the original played by shah rukh khan who you missin hoe
Like soda fizzle on the low,
Jehova pissin on ya hope
Met a mocha, metamorphasis all over grody's home
Tarzan on the beat till fuckin six feet up in flames
Sully lames by chest beatin till beet-crested and ruddy faced
General miscreant dreamin of maleficent dominance
Rippin on some ragtag scallywags and fishermen
Ads for fractious lackadaisic fags who hated wrist in bends
Beguile guys into the alphamale apparatus
Pathos guide misanthropists to purge down back from attics
Relinquish splatterpunk and refer to past as amateur halycon days
Back in wrong ways, when i wasn't sackin wrong gaze, elongate the dong gate
Capricious to a fault, bag bitches by the maw
Catch it walloped with dollop of gobstoppin it doesnt hault
Not far from nefarious in fact just another block
Brainchild of mild Dahm and Doctor Frankenstein
Autonomy straight from noir on that rob bankin grind
Garish scenes, on one side the guy on the far end his spleen
Cardiac's seen but hardly seems daunted still goin hard though, far as its concerned captain could be sowin zark jokes
But he's butterin to a nihilist, nigh on his crispin fist,
Better have a will n shit or nil to his utter best of its
Bout as cancerous as cancer sticks
Cacklin cuz catchers still don't know what the answer is
Never had to sell shit, still conned the fobs anyway
You want a honest barney check hopsin not the commie Jay
Kickin it with the homie chakravorti first Avijay
Always on ya grind while we were just on holiday
Bought a lotta garish tops since hipster bitches like the style
I got isles in my aisles, quein like an iris bitch
You musta not've taken vitriolic vitamins, like I did
Voynich, try to decipher it
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Guaping
03:17
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Winning oscars like obi so i ostracize the ostriches
Yours truly lay a label off who try an' box him in
A giant locked up pen, 'cause its with the wind that i write
The audio of auditores all of florence is my audience
Sin from the pipe, bitter wives'll try and give it back
But diabolos knows you dyin solo so hidden rack
Is mine to photo, dine with Hova and ya home seems different as
A pond from a lilypad and pat up little patty's ass
Pander to the pandemonium, grow roaches back
So the rolling done, rose em up outta graves of ash
Fade back from black as kobe's nome de plume and shady's act
Even baffle baphomet, the bat'll hit his alias
I feel bonafide conan wild, with bars buried in
The colder mind, bone your wife its still barbarian
Still tsar alien, still scar a baby hen
With bales of hay, you playa fakes yeller as jerry lin
Got all these bitches prayin
Though they don't know what im sayin
I keep it og
Any actor actin up turn around fade like kobe
Dont confuse it, never been afraid to name drop
Provin aint to prove it ill jack my fuckin fake rocks
Back from the same cop robotic as a dalek
His exonerated badge like a bottle full of jag
Hopin rodents dont record the shit but most of em is bored of it
Sandy haired and blue eyes with torture to lord over him
Can't leer so rude guys focus toys sorta lit
Born a prick, like the first thing fuckin noticeable
Sinnin in sicily, simple the sentiment, centrification of all of the unity
Fuck what you do to me
I feel like Huey P
But one more rapper comin up'll see a shootin spree
The latitude is temper of a tempest for the heads up
My atitude is temper from the hemp of fuckin red love
I aint a rapper ive just got a way with words
But if rappin was my life, i just got away with murder
I feel bonafide conan wild, with bars buried in
The colder mind, bone your wife its still barbarian
Still tsar alien, still scar a baby hen
With bales of hay, you playa fakes yeller as jerry lin
Got all these bitches prayin
Though they don't know what im sayin
I keep it og
Any actor actin up turn around fade like kobe
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11. |
Norm
04:42
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Consolidatin power like a Mongol
Monikers and khans and furs with mounted giant crown jewels
Quran with the rulin
Cocky han with the hooligan, gone with the cool wind
Rock a Kohinoor with beady eyes
Flocka in your sewer, open through her and thee shall die
Just know you can't reach delinquecy of I
Agent cross you up like kobe or the fucking eagle cries
Do we got a problem bitch
Solved Stalin's five year goals before i was a kommunist
Marx with the martial, never feelin much like papa's kid
Salty as the city when the man commands is popovich
Stats leader of fantasy rap
Fuckin cappadonna knuckle sweepin captain of that
Scandalous facts of honor swept under rattlesnake rags
Stingin cadillacs with clackety clacks
The monopoly got me lookin arabic
Im pumpin air into the art as if im arrowhead
Not the native type i write when left to say it right
Dare to die i don't cuz pharoah's pike'll monch on player's dick
Had to say the shit im tourett's with a lauraete in
Explorin foreign catacombs who never had a home to sit
Nefertiti, never tittie in the high land
Butthead with fatal romance, necromancin guys dance
This shit is out of norm, so don't be surprised
When the adolescents strive just to see whats through your lies
Thats the whole goal of adolescence right
Add a lesson, nah ill keep rappin what i feel inside
High on cid, decipher a fuckin hieroglyph
So i can shit upon Akhenaten's kin in ten
Shadows 'pon the sundial, got me feelin dumb idle
Wish i could make an island call it fuckin fun isle
Sound of stupid echos tracks like Rebecca Black
Value roofin though, again just like Rebecca Black
Ahead of sad im in denial of the truth
Nile with the soup, swap swamps to dial you
Followin the ogre path, stray away from older rap
Hold a fuckin boulder back with hands that leave my soul on that
Woulda liked to been a part of Brandon and the royal pack
It all boils down to where i live and where is Oakland at
Words is backed like Akron, even now the flag sits upon the
Totem pole of robes of old, ohio eight mile on
Obeservance of the opposites, so no one black and robbin shit
Chan changed he jack the chains to hear the clang of moolah honor
Ive moved on on ya, stay in states of stable, nope
Playa hate then hang this rope, the fairer maids all raise their drawers
Hey beloved, don't play a game you can't elope
Save a hoe just baitin more to pay the pope to pray for hope
Dismissin all this aristotle logic till it falls apart
Bitch it isnt hard to follow, claw ya noggin from ya heart
To all the formulas who use their phone to bore us all
Im avoidin calls till you saw ya talkin on the jugular
I could give a fuck about the grade im in
No one knows exact ages of the fuckin greater men
This shit is out of norm, so don't be surprised
When the adolescents strive just to see what through your lies
Thats the whole goal of adolescence right
Add a lesson, nah ill keep rappin what i feel inside
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