Quality Control (Kendrick response) LYRICS Hypnotized by the - TopicsExpress



          

Quality Control (Kendrick response) LYRICS Hypnotized by the ice to sink the unsinkable Treasure chest hunting, bumping chests Stunting how to rep – East, North, South, to West Cheesing off of feeling freedom – but Im disagreeing Displeased with the way they self-disease in their reasoning Feeling treasoned ‘cause it be the same culture that I’m breathing in In need to get this shit up off my chest In need to feed the need in me to speak on my perspect I sow hymns of knowledge, unheard of.. A first quarter century of me here i tip-toed in, Took a dip - swam, sped the process without softening Breathless at the boy’s skills, quite impressive... Game a fresh breathe of Making sense why he kept himself neglected... toning up his Chess skills for flexing: Miscellaneous minds - instantaneous when placed in presence of who raised he game up... Just a second while I backward step to: analyze, compare me versus the rest Trailing top spot - in comparison to young Suleiman - yes Hile witnesses- whats about the game to blind playas from seeing whats betoken in their pain? Feeling king to throne, when facaded into place, In search of gold With no quality control... THIS is quality control. This is Quality Control Good kid M.a.a.d City - raised by a fam of champs… Where lost souls garner pity, he advanced Gained from the losses many lost Mossing all en route the TD ‘til he met me and I put his tank on E Now hes lateral tossing to put his crew on Blinded to by the real pristine dream team of Elohim I crop to sprout props – Sean, Mr. Jones, Marshal, Tre triple O Comparable in parable, don’t you know: This algebras in my blood Cuz Regurgitate ya cud cause you aint a match for my blood... Known to all but the fiends of the rhythms disagreeing to the kneeling Who rather be Gn, rocking rocks, or ODn .. Sipping poison off of rocks to be seeing what Im seeing, ‘n I aint disagreeing… I be the young king in shadow ‘til the game corrupts itself some more To reign the second coming of my ninja sword..... A young yolk spitting saucy, Birthing leaders once followers, with me as the lead they like to rock with me Turn a K-Dot from a one-spot To asking how you take the young Jordan off like a sock, With handles for slinging rocks... stunt your single hoof.. Suffocate cha Split you into two, turn your flame into my tool, make you part the Cosmo crew New York I can give to you....... Universe is mine all the time Soul-divine rhymes Timed to cyclic with the tide..... Cyd Mansell’n on these fellas, Im painting pictures telling I be the penicillin to revive the game Cause They all sound the same- lame- like no sign of life in them Evaporating themselves every time they make it rain With no option but to Pennasol the game... Coast it coast-to-coast! I got the flame to collagen to gelatin, in form similar to Elohim Colorless & unseen yet in every single scene, and everywhere ya claim - I Be Speak my name - speak synonymous to change the game None of these top shottas can shut the boy down lyrically And if you get me hysterically I eat you up like celery Tasmania’s what I be Against ya Looney-Toon tunes And now my missy she wanna marry me, she see who I really be, like Barry B. But closer to Aang with the angles that I rain… Fire-bending master birthed in form of 88 through 89, circa Tyson KOin Spinks in fashion time To print on the back of the second draft pick, from where I earned my first prime.. cuatro album by the 2nd-quarter summed- Feeling summoned to address the first name of Mr. Connor bond Stating on whose track ish got loud on: he should be mad for getting clowned... A new era with new playas – different statures worth the grabbing for.. A different chapter for the culture in need of revamping – This-me yelling ‘Fore Speak the letters B.I.G. in respect to the late King vanquished by the steam Brought upon by the hype, confused and shook soon as both messiahs took plight... Game tamed by persuasion, derailed en route trash after Life after death dropped in Math Has got everybody asking when is hip-hop coming back?! (Neither gang nor street-affiliated intentional) SA1LOUM.COM
Posted on: Sun, 06 Oct 2013 21:49:35 +0000

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