Im out wit a blunt simular to a Cuban//Spewin'//freestyle Kickin' it off lettin' niggaz kno what im doin//who in..//the buildin wanna catch a 720 spin from a pop of a sawd-off, limbs just fall off while you screamin "call ya doggs off!!"//yall katz is slow mentally-&-physically tryin to ignore my ability to spit flame fluidly//hah, i got a few bars left in me, I'll give it to you like this..I'm the shit,heavenly spits, see my notepad, yah nigga god wrote on it, give me any track ill flow on it, produce my dick have ya girl blow on it,im platinum already.. dogg i glow..honest//yall aint ready for some advanced hooked on phonics it aint a hit song if I aint on it//This weeds got me//actin so cocky//like rocky and scarface ill scream//Adri-eene while she says hello to my little friend!//that was wack i kno but im too high to care//shut up before i take my illegal aliens to ya house and hide em there//that was kinda comedic//ya girl got hand skills a.k.a advanced orthripedics//you know she needs it//but im about done//NewBay a.k.a When-You-See-Me-Battlin'-Call 9-11
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Im rockin out, electrical, guitar style, crush ya specticles, flow highly recongnized yet under radar...undetectable//we burn trees wit ease//and burn rubber like Michelan Tire//furocious flow spit through your entire etire//Cant fight SMoke wit Fire//my heat comes out quick like a lighter//its hard to get to these cats membranes and make em headbang do some insane thangs and bang like an orangatang//then roll out whoopin ass like a one man chain-gang//mayne, its over i dropped a few bars, yall faker then Jerry Rice on Dancing With The Stars
i'm feelin' those bars mane /
like lifers in prison
glad you back up here kid /
'cause for a while you was missin'
but you came back spittin' /
like a llama with territs(sp?)
if there's a cherry burn on your couch /
best believe I did it
off the head keystylin' lyrics /
stimulated by the herbal essence
not the shampoo fool /
I'm talkin' bout the Grimace
smokin' till the sacks finished /
then it's time to re-up
when I'm comin' thru the lane /
you better step your D up
welcome back cuzzo
like lifers in prison
glad you back up here kid /
'cause for a while you was missin'
but you came back spittin' /
like a llama with territs(sp?)
if there's a cherry burn on your couch /
best believe I did it
off the head keystylin' lyrics /
stimulated by the herbal essence
not the shampoo fool /
I'm talkin' bout the Grimace
smokin' till the sacks finished /
then it's time to re-up
when I'm comin' thru the lane /
you better step your D up
welcome back cuzzo
Got yo ass like Iverson, Have you with the I-V in the E-R SON//gettin hyphy in the cuts, roughin it up, you get tough and imma light you up//all rifles up..//i go retarded, my flow would still beat your tracks if i put the mic to my ass and farted//Darted, like an old Doge Joint//smash my Hummer through ya garage then laugh and point//we passin blunts, pipes, bongs and joints//simular to Bob Marley//cats acting hard but cant match me..hardly//im sorry, im just honest//punch ya in the mouth im an unofficial orthodontis//like Naustradamus im perdictin ya future, so unless you want Goneria i suggest you get ya girl and Dusche er..haha