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Iron Vox

The Procussions
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Can't trust a rhyme Take a young rapper's head from his muscle spine See him hanging on the ledge, wondering what's the line Need a cue, ain't nobody saying cut this time See through it like a bullet hit and cussed his mind Beat the truth out a bully, leave him busted out Like a wasp in fly, trying to cup the pie Break a tooth on a crust, get nervous, you're bicusted I'm out the trunk and all jewels are trusted You out to lunch and your bowls are rusted You a tool, a husk who must choose a ruler Who you trust? A new law, old schooler Know the rules are made by those who only use the law You get paid off the rule to flaw So if a rebel and a renegade must get paid off rap Marinate on that It's that hardcore, that real It's that medication, that heal I make that ghetto music they feel I got that ultimate for that feel They want that (yeah), they want that (uh) They want that (woo), they want that (base) They want that (ah), they want that (yeah) They want that (huh) You got a lot of belief in this stanza to become the answer The antidote in a man's hands demands a little more Than a couple of lines on this beat Nice watch, you get it from that speecher Find your teacher, the poet, the preacher Take notes when they're taking a toll for this feature The prophet who done profited a fortune He's pro-life and his own life's abortion Highly competitive, morally relevant Benevolent but negative when he clocks out He webbing, he taps out the chokehold Count the low vote for no dough He ain't feeling it no more Cut the ribbon but cut the check, nurse Can a man make medicine out of a sick verse Beats, rhymes and life for life first My mic, it sounds nice, but it might just hurt you It's that hardcore, that real It's that medication, that heal I make that ghetto music they feel I got that ultimate for that feel They want that (yeah), they want that (uh) They want that (woo), they want that (base) They want that (ah), they want that (yeah) They want that (huh) I'm alive in the bass, hey friend I'm taking all the lives of this race, these plans I'm building an amass of millions on the land I'm the king of that relevance, choking on my man This flow's got a body and a party You can nod and ignore it, be sure it was a liar The larger the theme, said admire The smarter you know I'm a I'm a hack at the class A task System with a class A crash, you're the last Victim of the math, division in the graph This isn't all that math, but you're thinking I'm a flat This ghetto ain't a giant shark, a lion's heart You're biting in my iron bars, fire from a Krylon tarp With a saddle on wild and my dial on rock Can't stop a riot, be the block killing pump Be the mock messiah, be a notch in my high top Talk for I can try to stop it, dare me to drop a pipe I'm gonna cut your wires, if you're not retired We are not inspired, we are not admired If your eyes, ears and mouths are not the wiser You an idolizer