black jesus

ghostface killah

hit me

hit me

hit me

hit me

i don't wanna here nuttin'

word up

got to pay

yeah

its like that right

blow his back out

make his shoes work

aye yo

this shit be off the knock it rock

whatever cock block it

cat get blown

who own this

street corner

foreigner hesitate to rock a hummer

navy seal top runner

rhyme this summer

for real

marinatin' nigga's skatin'

debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'

fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds

the mission is mine

fabulous king i devine

titanium hydro collado

yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction

son what

slang doctor

medicaid the kids pay it

say if these niggas in affect dunn

stay rap related

cassette rhymer

5-g co-signer

line for liner

poet designer

sharp like liners

mic of the year award

fly gear award

them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword

get bent

pay the rent

plus still we invent

nuff shit to get your whole team

crazily sent

now all i need is a half gallon of weed

proceed

to bust as mike ditka made three seeds

then max out like two ack's inside the parking lot

son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot

what now blow

clickin' like a calico

gold maxmillion

one love keep it real yo

yo

hit me for these tommy hill

ice rockin niggas

peace

the summers mine

i blow the biggest

back up off me

while i grab my dick and hold the heini

park the blue 600

wally kings is right behind me

tackle clubs

never rock lugz

i'm way above

this mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug

its like the pennant

seminars the play-off

start the j off like cochran got oj off

the specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace

perpetuous

this curly head kid's treturous

leggo the eggo

so we can dip dip dive the gleego

throwin' can-can

eat that plus this instrumental

awwww shit say stark-aligist

starks-aligist

fried fish halibut

pull out the bull horn

and celebrate like kunta was born

we elbowed our way inside loud and got on

i played the building

burn a branch and get filled in

like pilgrims g-in' pepridge farms from out a million

who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the swordsman?

that rock that fisherman hat like gorden's

i hose down the place

no shots to the face

elite special force no religion style faith

the meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil

gamble when i scramble handle hot pots of oil

man handle brain killin' erect my hidden

streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in

vampire curse disperse on each verse

swim in black water

act slaughter through my earth

you're hit by my element great wall of china

mountain peak hold the globe like vagina

measure on my mic stand

molecule and strand

finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand

golden eye

spy vs. spy

guilty of suspicion

chess boxer

mic in dead body position

40 oz. ciga-art

three verse invented

divine universal black man representin'

similar the pure

rhyme blowin out the pore

battery in the back

keep it charged for the raw

i'm bred type thorough

pistol lyro gun hero

renaissance rebel shadow boxin your barrel

fully woven beethoven

hit you on a humble

hard enough to hurt you

chastise my rap styles

lock down

for this curfew