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Hardcore Chemical

La Coka Nostra, Slaine, ILL Bill
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I'm the problem and the solution The revolution won't be televised, it's too gruesome Too gangsta, too graphic for you born again faggots My words inspire people like the Ten Commandments I floss with diamond teeth, scuba dive on a private beach Billy Idol smoke chronic with chiefs I cut your tongue out for talking against me My enemies' grandchildren will remember me for centuries The fine line between insanity and genius Murder you, I give your reality a remix Humanity's beneath us, we superhumans Super tyrants, super violent Listen to the way my knot click right before I pop your collar The most hated from New York like I shot your mama Compare me to Amazon.com for dollars Canarsie Osama, riding with the mafia martyrs, fucka Hardcore chemical gangsta material Tri-City regime bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, rhyming with the gutter sound Hardcore chemical gangsta material Tri-City regime bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, rhyming with the gutter sound The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot The liquor and pot got me higher than a Denver junkie Shocking the monkey, feeding his habit Set it up, cook it up, tie it off and stab it Shoot it up, feel the rush, then throw up your guts Not out for a while 'cause the style is nuts Like I'm in Rocha, fucking coca These other cats fake it with that baking soda This is it, this is it, yeah I'm back on that shit again Danny Boy, Danny Boy, you ever gonna spit again? Come on homie, you know me, yeah I birthed this style The money back guarantee, I make it worth your while Still the Cadillac king, I don't fuck with foreign cars American, I need a blowjob and a porn star Nobody move, no, not one punk I fuck around and pull out my shotgun pump Hardcore chemical gangsta material Tri-City regime bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, rhyming with the gutter sound Hardcore chemical gangsta material Tri-City regime bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, rhyming with the gutter sound Yeah it's on motherfuckers, I came back to spit Move with the hunger fueled by a lack of chips When I lose my cool and shoot it's accurate Give me some room, I make youse move back a bit I came from a town where the hope can drown Water teaspoons deep from the dope and found With their necks tied up and their rope around '80S cars overheated, broken down Cops even heathen, living with no odds or even Gambling fist fighters, watch a kid bobbing and weaving Everybody scheming, we all deceiving I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums Now I stand in a position of strength So I speak for those who can't, I spit what I think I'm from the city where motherfuckers was sticking the Brinks I rep the Irish street cats in the mix in the clique, come on Hardcore chemical gangsta material Tri-City regime bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, rhyming with the gutter sound Hardcore chemical gangsta material Tri-City regime bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, rhyming with the gutter sound