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I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic

The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense

Straining my gluteus, ****ing hungry hippopotamus

You niggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness

Is what I was raised around as a child

I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a bitch a smile

Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres

In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that motha****in' stapler?

Uh, you hear that shit?

Ay, run that shit back

Yeah, that shit hot, nigga

Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres

In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that motha****in' stapler?

Good grades on the wall, niggas hate to see me do it major

I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid of traitors

Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews

We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze

We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused

bitches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews

[01:00.01]Sock a buster in his jaw

[01:03.38]**** the police, break the law

[01:06.24]Twist your fingers up, grip your balls

[01:09.12]If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all

[01:29.04]Where your homies at? They'll get ****ed up too

[01:31.85]Where your grandma at? She'll get ****ed up too

[01:34.51]Where your bitch at? She'll get ****ed up too

[01:37.94]Where the roof at? We'll stomp that bitch through

Here we go niggas, I'll sing Figaro, Figaro

Chucking up the divigolo burning bodies in a

Aww, motha****a wanna see you shine and I got my gold on

Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well he better hold on

Can't wait 'til I ****in' buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it

Just blow O's on it, count dough on it

Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it?

****, I'll take a life for my moment's moment

Contract your own sale, **** a deal, you're in a option

Turn the bass up, get motha****as to go crazy

Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove

If niggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one

You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz

Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise

Catch me on MTV or your local channel news

In London recording to Fuse, I'm the man that confused

I'm ****ing crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy

But I ain't saying it to your motha****in' brain, skull

[02:52.74]Sock a buster in his jaw

[02:55.71]**** the police, break the law

[02:58.99]Twist your fingers up, grip your balls

[03:02.09]If you ain't got heart you ain't got shit at all