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Someone hand me the mic and watch me recite
despite what you like or dislike, admit disciple's is tight
Verse 1
madik, still and ill, skilled with drills, so infectious
like a random tantrum with a handgun, so step to this
and get popped, dropped, cause we cocked up and loaded
with a swif of the mic and you'll be to topped off to know this
cause we distributing tracks, see we get up and do it
while you pullin yo pads at home, leakin with fluid
see i'll stampede and stamp these rhymes til you remember me
and jog you brain around the block to jog yo fuckin' memory
cause once the night hits and the knife slips, i'm like this
empty nine clips in ya rhyme spits til ya life drips
and there's no exit, i'm wreckless, from cali to texas
disciples with rifles to make yo eyes close, so come and test us
see we roll so dee, mothafuckers need a shovel to find us
how can we fall, we got the city of angels behind us
hook x4
cause these are the ambitions of a rider
missions, pullin clips into bitches who defy us
Verse 2
Hold up! Someone stop the beat! Time for spitshine
you couldnt hit twice if you punchlines could rewind
with flows that could shred ya ears up like mic tyson
i sit here wonderin' why you carry a mic lisence
you write nonsense, while i come strickly with sick flows
thick blow that hit those who spits shows but ain't shit tho
so get close, gather around, come near to witness
what is this? a free flow, emcee in business
see i'll beat you with no reason, hits til there's no breathin
no treason, im a moster waiting to greet you in snow season
when it's below freesin to make ya brain retract in
and only third of mc are ill and i'm half the fraction
hook x4
