okay jetzt hab ichs auch endlich gehört .. wie mac miller schon getwittert hat, am besten nur noch mit adjektiven ! ALTER !!! ZERSTRÖRUNG.. was ein lyrischer KILL Bridge: Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds, Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond. Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize, I’m not gonna fold or demise. (I don’t smoke crack. Motherf*cker, I sell it!) B*tch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon, So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc. Don’t pop me no f*cking pill, Imma pop you and give you this… Verse 2: Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this sh*t! So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this sh*t, So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this b*tch! One at a time, I line ‘em up and bomb on they mom, While she watchin’ the kids. I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists, I’m important like the pope – I’m a muslim on pork. I’m Makaveli’s offspring – I’m the king of New York! King of the Coast – one hand – I juggle them both, The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes. Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces, Cartier bracelets for my women friends I’m in Vegas. Who the f*ck y’all thought it’s supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me, I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable. F*ck y’all clubs, f*ck y’all pictures – your Instagram can gobble these nuts. Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt. This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch. I’ve seen n*ggas transform like villain Decepticons. Mollies’ll prolly turn these n*ggas to f*ckin’ Lindsay Lohan, A bunch of rich *ss white girls lookin’ for parties, Playin’ with Barbies. Wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key, Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney. You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley. (I don’t smoke crack. Motherf*cker, I sell it!) I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis, I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis. You can’t stomach me, You plan on stumpin’ me? B*tch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me. B*tch I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery, James Bonding with none of you n*ggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me. And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way, And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake. I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time, ‘Bout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas, Eminem, Andre 3000 – the rest of y’all, New n*ggas just new n*ggas – don’t get involved! And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit, White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous. I’m usually homeboys with the same n*ggas I’m rhymin’ wit’, But this is hip-hop and them n*ggas should know what time it is! And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale, Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake, Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller, I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you n*ggas! Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you n*ggas! They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you n*ggas! What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high! Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive! Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand, With your granddad as the pilot – he drunk as f*ck tryna land, With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg. Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the sh*t that pops in his head, Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said, That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread. youtube/watch?v=bkZZo0XSm5s
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 13:58:14 +0000
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