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[King Dubb]

my mic-hand is hotter than some white-sand back up out my life and i might let u understand/
got sicc of breakin ounces to grams now i plan to underhand a scam to put me in another bracket/
these faggots tax my ass so i load another full metal jacket/
think i cant hack-it, im slayin cats like maximus.. now i run up thru this fucked up system like a laxitive/

 

[Smurf@2099]

3 Bars

HOGG at heart, The first time we play the part...This the moment we wish we could go back to the start...I come from'a stoned mom &'a father that was never there...Noone care, my family pictures were me standing next to air...Never was off blunts livin it up or tippin my cup...I was tiltin scales drunk, lookin for slugs to put inda pump...

 

[King Dubb]

in a slump but on the come up.. makin these beats until the sun up/ about time to get back to the fun-stuff.. fuckin with the chronic that have you keyed offa one-puff/ gettin so drunk it make me come-tuff, over-exerted and had a lung-bust/

 

[King Dubb]

hit the street in my rider.. t tops down out 2 pull an all niter/
old ass lady almost hit my shit i spark like a lighter/
i knowin ima lover but i started as a fighter, down to squabble even if the stupid bitch is retired/
instead i blaze a blunt and clean the chrome on my wires/

 

[$iccnes$ kid]

old ass lady almost hit my shit i spark like a lighter/

^^^^^ lol good shit

 

[Suspect]

i got a old tortured soul focused on dollar signs thats my goal in my barrittz riding low under the influence slurrin/
deja vu seems like things are always the same and reaccuring one things for certain...i rip the stage as soon as they open the curtains/
its the S to the T the one spitin knowledge without a college degree haters wip ya eyes and tell me can you see the realest rapper in two thousand and three.check our shit in tac spinnin in clubs like some d's skills in climbing constantly/
messages told subconscious...collapse-able ar-7 with a hair trigger to split ya face like kevin...just gods servant asking for salvation and the right to enter heaven...fuck thats its i'm done thats the ending/

 

[King Dubb]

ay yo you got some rhymes but thats too many lines homie..
you was supposed to rhyme it quick without premediatin on-me/
now i gotta make my bars a little longer so i dont look like im simple..
although i am so its a little tuff, just keep my collar poppin like a pimple/
off the rum they callin red, just took bout 3 shots 2 the head..
bout ready to run and hit the bed, to dream of ways to make some bread/
gotta stack it.. if its in cash i gotta stash-it, zip lock freezer bagged and vaccum packed tite in plastic/
because any money that i touch, then thats some scrilla ima launder..
steady bringin bullets with this lyrical slaughter/

 

[King Dubb]

now im welcome back like cotter, wonderin if hip hop gets any hotter..
yeah it does tho.. goin for gusto..i got a style that shockin yall offa only one-flow/
my mouth shoot off like a gun-blow and make these suckas run-home/
my rider gleamin when u see the beams off the chrome..
im ridin "SWIFT" on the lane-change drift like i was david the knome/


LOL