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Andre Nickatina
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Waiter!
There seems to be a flaw in my alphabet
See
What you sayin' now? We be ridin'
Ridin' hella high with amazing eyes
What you sayin' now? We be ridin'
Charismatic leader for the MCs
What you sayin' now? What you say?
What? Uh, uh
Hit the strip, pockets full of brick
My main objective: subject a trick
To my stable and win him a dime from a stroke
Boilin' at a hundred degrees, cold rock to dope
Hope there's another low-low goddess raised overnight
So meet me at the park after school with your mic
She evidently on the doorstep checkin' to yell the keys
The babe mama dollar clocker with the tight ass and big knockers
Flick the script, cuts are fit with the Gucci for the boot fest
DVD in the bug Benz, peace card face on the headrest
I can remember when I was a pimplet, G
Poppa pushin' pounds, doin' donut stops in my car seat
Why you makin' rounds? Soldiers firm hooked up
With mama hustlin' C
Lioness focus, sovereign mind in a silent zone
A star's born with a profound bezel protocol
Doubled out in Hawaii, big Benz put on the Pro Bowl
When your rhymes go bust right, I reflect like a strobe light
Doin' it all night, I'ma do it my whole life
Like the soul of a cursed genie fresh out his lamp
I'ma hit you with three wishes, dip it then bam
I got the style of a Libra
Not a sergeant but got stripes like a zebra
A Nicotina from record to record dawn
The mic stay on, nigga, you carry on and light the bomb
I'm the future in futuristic, hot like a nigga busy
Twizzle your twizzle, nigga, but don't you dare get it twisty
You the bull, yo, I'm a matador for sure
And one rap is packed jammin' fifty-four more
Off the Richter, here's the mixture
Polaroid poses of your house pictures
'Cause I'm a little angel that says cool to lie
And when my wings disappear, man, I go and get high
I got an engine with number niggas ridin' on it
But Nina tucked up in the secret component
So if yo, your dental talkin', well imagine you a spy
Put an ad in the paper, 'nother sucker for hire
With your brain capacity, mountin' like Shades of Cleveland
Moves on your jewelry, Lord be cuttin' the fuse
To your vault or your schemes, bustin' facts
Lyrics, handwriting, I got fat flows tighter than spandex
I'm a flow sensation, take dictation, don't regurgitate
My cup creation in rap inflation mean don't duplicate
Blastin' fools like somebody burst in and here's the climax
Clear as ice, yeah, this bezel give your eyes cataracts
Surround the globe the way you park your Honda Accord
Beanbags for a couch, sleepin' on a futon
You see I'm canopy bound, diamonds and cashmere
The newest Meg mama, welcome to my premiere
I escalate the tempo, simple watch me when I rap
All on the streets, nigga, walkin' like a cat
Duplicatin' minds is like runnin' uphill
'Cause I've been rhymin' since coke was in the six-nine pill, for real
My astrology analogy is somethin' raw
I'm right-handed but niggas, they call me Southpaw
With the penis colada drivin' warm like a sauna
With hands that touch things like Cindy Lahna
Like a tiger shark, I move through the dark
Reppin' like an engine that's all under a Skylark
Like a wolf, things change from the full moon
And I be bustin' my raps all at high noon
Just like Jesse James with the Bessie frame
I'm just tryin' to make sure I don't get messy, mane
Or my halo ripped or my wings tangled
'Cause it's knives and lies all on this angle
You ain't hurtin' around, bitch, be a Nicotina
Right-hand comrade with the ill demeanor
Sort of, don't you step to me, what the hell you think I'm here for?
I ain't got none for you, my endeavors paper chasin', I'm a sever
Your game, I'm the one to play, pimpin' pimpah player
Work, work, my purpose is a revolution cheddar
I need to rectify and reapply my old stroke
White paper book fly, you may cut, you qualified
Laced in a sheer little hippie in jail
You gets no free feels
Let me see your wrist, car keys, a Lex
And are you payin' bills?
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