12 Lyrical Wizardry
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Lyrical wizardry dances on MC's
Like Murray on ecstasy
Never flunked now motherfuckers come test me
Burning everybody hotter than torches in Jamaican parties
Far from angels niggas can't see me like Charlie
Style weak hardly
Don't let the wack one school you like Marley
JM click moves in packs like whiteys on Harleys
Niggas get injured niggas throwing folded fingers
Got blown up on bike-bops busting Glocks off of ninjas
Clef don't give three shits to flip scripts
Dismiss bullets from clips
Leave niggas rolling on skateboards with nothing under they hips
So if you test me shit gets messy
Busting .38 speci's out of paper bags like Joe Pesci
Yo you know the tune
Make sure bitches don't eat when atomic shit out them coke balloons
Bumped up the ninja when it got shady
Now I got grown ladies busting .380's out of E-Class Mercedes
Hurry the fuck up bitch get on
Let me out this L
There they go right there
MC's get cut like glass, cut like class
Rag tagged and crash airbags come say that shit
Who wanna get broke the fuck up tell me
Freaking vocabulary like Chinese in spelling bees
T-P-E-L-K held to reflector devices
The nicest, Jesus Christ it's
Junior Mafioso
Niggas get torn up head to torso
Bullets evacuated out windows
From Heckler and Koch P7M8's
Extra .380 on a string around my neck cause feds check the waist
No time to waste grab the loot then escape
Before next break heads are clocking private eyes are watching
Niggas caught up in the hustle
Niggas flipping packages Antonovich minks and rings I bubble
Trouble's what I look for in stores on expensive floors
Biel and Bussens essence booking Pelle's in my drawers
Armani, Gianni, Versace, V2
Lost count of all the low sections me and my mans ran through
It ain't hard to discard cans of mace on guards
Leave them niggas screaming like a fucking retard
Lyrically I come off like ink alarms
Got styles under the wing like sweaters booked under my arms
Niggas couldn't see me with closed circuit TV
Try to peep my steez like DT's I get over like I'm fifteen
I'm fifteen what?
I'm outta here
MC's be fake like toupees
So I transplant implant my fist to they face
Making they skin raise sound waves disrupted
They fuck kid, air holes blood erupted
But that ain't nothing
The best is yet to come
MC's get strung like heads on drums
They don't be knowing what I'm knowing
Flowing like I'm flowing
Making motherfuckers take nosedives like 747 Boeings
Obnoxious, beef squashes face to face
Niggas get wet up like galoshes on Clef's plates
Due to hard times saying prayers committing crimes
Sick minds don't care rocking parties from front to rear
Brains engulfed by ferocious thoughts it's on
Running up on big roulettes with napkins doused with chloroform
Living in a world where you do what you must
If preachers be robbing niggas who the fuck can you trust?