What's up Busters, Marks, get your boy Bouty, Sinix on the track
Yo, motherf*ckers be actin' hysterically, cause I move the crowd like Eric B. and Rakim
And when I drop gems it's my therapy, top ten lyrically, hot damn there it be
Watch this boy flow like a river to a stream, now I hope you know what I deliver to a Beat
I'm so f*ckin' cool, we side by side, you shiver in the heat
I spit this shit like a gift, so what you givin' to me
If I was pissed like 50 Cent, I would live on the beach
I'd marry, call my wife a bitch, and put my kids on the street
I don't give a f*ck, I'm goin' for dolo, four minus three
I'm a genius combined with a G, and survival is key
Yeah, you don't wanna rival with me
When I speak, my brain, it sounds the same as the Bible would read
Tribal instincts will indeed help through these war scenes that is hard to read
So it's easy to make these fake MCs melt and bring back the rap pedigree
Smack a wack MC in the head, if you question me
Now dead leprocey spread from your head to your feet
Lookin' like the possible king's father from Braveheart
I stay sharp, I wish I could, so I buy my shotguns at Kmart
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combined it
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combined it
Like one, two, oh shit, forgot to count
Cops come through, man, dropped a ounce Bounce
I told you that this boy was drunk
Employed to f*ck up punk bitches and speak to the drum
I bleed from the tongue, I'm the next step of God like Jesus' son
Virgin Mary thought the penis was fun
She liked it on her teeth and the gums
What else would you do back then
Eat, sleep, and f*ck
Yeah, I know there's much more, but I don't wanna touch that
I just wanna f*ck whores and tell me where the drugs at
This rhyme scheme is too simple
Tell me where y'all blood at
Bitches want cupcakes, then they want the nut sacks
I don't give them no sprinkles or jimmies or no toppin'
What you thinkin', penny pinchin', bitch-o
This ain't adoption you blinkin'
And then you offin' everything in your pocket
You stinkin' like some cottage cheese, f*ckin' rotten lasagna
I get these hoes on these knees
My hip-hop is awesome, I flow with so much goddamn ease
You only drippin' from faucets
I get to kickin' it often lyrical rocket
Tear up the market precision of a marksman
But whatever, kid, this shit is obnoxious
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combine it
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climbin'
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, boy, we combine it
Yeah, that's right, boy, bitch, I come correct
Check marks on the test, yes, I'm the best
A-plus blaze blunts right to the chest
Stay fresh like a cold shower right after sex
Who's next? Best believe, I rep for the rest
Palm trees, calm breeze, yeah, blow through my deck
Or that could've been a bullet that went real fast
Even in Koreatown, please believe it ain't sunshine and laughs
But I do get my blunts lined with hash, though
And it's how you're burnin' your grass slow
I'm like, make it f*ckin' last, homies
I got bud flavors all the way to pistachio
Blowin' jazz like I'm Satchmo
I smoke more weed than you can ask for
If you wanna taste it, it's 60 and 1/8 bitch
I don't know you from them, so you ain't shit
I'd rather watch the paint drip than hear you complain
Again and again and again, ain't shit changin'
Get up on your Deam, while I get up with my team
Spittin magazine's lyrical Marines M16
The type of ammunition that enlightens a man's vision
And Tightens your aneurysm, we fight for the land and rhythm
What the f*ck? I'm stuck with the same decision
I put my two middle fingers up and my man became a Christian
I'm sniffing cane in the kitchen
Spit a game to your bitch, now I'm gettin' brain while she
She listen, pull it out, and I aim with precision, huh
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's going for theirs, you best find it
Me and SInix got elements, we combining
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's going for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, boy, we combined them
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What's up Busters, Marks, get your boy Bouty, Sinix on the track
Yo, motherf*ckers be actin' hysterically, cause I move the crowd like Eric B. and Rakim
And when I drop gems it's my therapy, top ten lyrically, hot damn there it be
Watch this boy flow like a river to a stream, now I hope you know what I deliver to a Beat
I'm so f*ckin' cool, we side by side, you shiver in the heat
I spit this shit like a gift, so what you givin' to me
If I was pissed like 50 Cent, I would live on the beach
I'd marry, call my wife a bitch, and put my kids on the street
I don't give a f*ck, I'm goin' for dolo, four minus three
I'm a genius combined with a G, and survival is key
Yeah, you don't wanna rival with me
When I speak, my brain, it sounds the same as the Bible would read
Tribal instincts will indeed help through these war scenes that is hard to read
So it's easy to make these fake MCs melt and bring back the rap pedigree
Smack a wack MC in the head, if you question me
Now dead leprocey spread from your head to your feet
Lookin' like the possible king's father from Braveheart
I stay sharp, I wish I could, so I buy my shotguns at Kmart
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combined it
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combined it
Like one, two, oh shit, forgot to count
Cops come through, man, dropped a ounce Bounce
I told you that this boy was drunk
Employed to f*ck up punk bitches and speak to the drum
I bleed from the tongue, I'm the next step of God like Jesus' son
Virgin Mary thought the penis was fun
She liked it on her teeth and the gums
What else would you do back then
Eat, sleep, and f*ck
Yeah, I know there's much more, but I don't wanna touch that
I just wanna f*ck whores and tell me where the drugs at
This rhyme scheme is too simple
Tell me where y'all blood at
Bitches want cupcakes, then they want the nut sacks
I don't give them no sprinkles or jimmies or no toppin'
What you thinkin', penny pinchin', bitch-o
This ain't adoption you blinkin'
And then you offin' everything in your pocket
You stinkin' like some cottage cheese, f*ckin' rotten lasagna
I get these hoes on these knees
My hip-hop is awesome, I flow with so much goddamn ease
You only drippin' from faucets
I get to kickin' it often lyrical rocket
Tear up the market precision of a marksman
But whatever, kid, this shit is obnoxious
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combine it
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climbin'
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, boy, we combine it
Yeah, that's right, boy, bitch, I come correct
Check marks on the test, yes, I'm the best
A-plus blaze blunts right to the chest
Stay fresh like a cold shower right after sex
Who's next? Best believe, I rep for the rest
Palm trees, calm breeze, yeah, blow through my deck
Or that could've been a bullet that went real fast
Even in Koreatown, please believe it ain't sunshine and laughs
But I do get my blunts lined with hash, though
And it's how you're burnin' your grass slow
I'm like, make it f*ckin' last, homies
I got bud flavors all the way to pistachio
Blowin' jazz like I'm Satchmo
I smoke more weed than you can ask for
If you wanna taste it, it's 60 and 1/8 bitch
I don't know you from them, so you ain't shit
I'd rather watch the paint drip than hear you complain
Again and again and again, ain't shit changin'
Get up on your Deam, while I get up with my team
Spittin magazine's lyrical Marines M16
The type of ammunition that enlightens a man's vision
And Tightens your aneurysm, we fight for the land and rhythm
What the f*ck? I'm stuck with the same decision
I put my two middle fingers up and my man became a Christian
I'm sniffing cane in the kitchen
Spit a game to your bitch, now I'm gettin' brain while she
She listen, pull it out, and I aim with precision, huh
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's going for theirs, you best find it
Me and SInix got elements, we combining
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's going for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, boy, we combined them
Yo, motherf*ckers be actin' hysterically, cause I move the crowd like Eric B. and Rakim
And when I drop gems it's my therapy, top ten lyrically, hot damn there it be
Watch this boy flow like a river to a stream, now I hope you know what I deliver to a Beat
I'm so f*ckin' cool, we side by side, you shiver in the heat
I spit this shit like a gift, so what you givin' to me
If I was pissed like 50 Cent, I would live on the beach
I'd marry, call my wife a bitch, and put my kids on the street
I don't give a f*ck, I'm goin' for dolo, four minus three
I'm a genius combined with a G, and survival is key
Yeah, you don't wanna rival with me
When I speak, my brain, it sounds the same as the Bible would read
Tribal instincts will indeed help through these war scenes that is hard to read
So it's easy to make these fake MCs melt and bring back the rap pedigree
Smack a wack MC in the head, if you question me
Now dead leprocey spread from your head to your feet
Lookin' like the possible king's father from Braveheart
I stay sharp, I wish I could, so I buy my shotguns at Kmart
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combined it
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combined it
Like one, two, oh shit, forgot to count
Cops come through, man, dropped a ounce Bounce
I told you that this boy was drunk
Employed to f*ck up punk bitches and speak to the drum
I bleed from the tongue, I'm the next step of God like Jesus' son
Virgin Mary thought the penis was fun
She liked it on her teeth and the gums
What else would you do back then
Eat, sleep, and f*ck
Yeah, I know there's much more, but I don't wanna touch that
I just wanna f*ck whores and tell me where the drugs at
This rhyme scheme is too simple
Tell me where y'all blood at
Bitches want cupcakes, then they want the nut sacks
I don't give them no sprinkles or jimmies or no toppin'
What you thinkin', penny pinchin', bitch-o
This ain't adoption you blinkin'
And then you offin' everything in your pocket
You stinkin' like some cottage cheese, f*ckin' rotten lasagna
I get these hoes on these knees
My hip-hop is awesome, I flow with so much goddamn ease
You only drippin' from faucets
I get to kickin' it often lyrical rocket
Tear up the market precision of a marksman
But whatever, kid, this shit is obnoxious
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, we combine it
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climbin'
Everybody's goin' for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, boy, we combine it
Yeah, that's right, boy, bitch, I come correct
Check marks on the test, yes, I'm the best
A-plus blaze blunts right to the chest
Stay fresh like a cold shower right after sex
Who's next? Best believe, I rep for the rest
Palm trees, calm breeze, yeah, blow through my deck
Or that could've been a bullet that went real fast
Even in Koreatown, please believe it ain't sunshine and laughs
But I do get my blunts lined with hash, though
And it's how you're burnin' your grass slow
I'm like, make it f*ckin' last, homies
I got bud flavors all the way to pistachio
Blowin' jazz like I'm Satchmo
I smoke more weed than you can ask for
If you wanna taste it, it's 60 and 1/8 bitch
I don't know you from them, so you ain't shit
I'd rather watch the paint drip than hear you complain
Again and again and again, ain't shit changin'
Get up on your Deam, while I get up with my team
Spittin magazine's lyrical Marines M16
The type of ammunition that enlightens a man's vision
And Tightens your aneurysm, we fight for the land and rhythm
What the f*ck? I'm stuck with the same decision
I put my two middle fingers up and my man became a Christian
I'm sniffing cane in the kitchen
Spit a game to your bitch, now I'm gettin' brain while she
She listen, pull it out, and I aim with precision, huh
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's going for theirs, you best find it
Me and SInix got elements, we combining
Everybody wanna get up on this rhyme shit
I don't give a f*ck how you bust it or what you're climate
Everybody's going for theirs, you best find it
Me and Sinix got elements, boy, we combined them
Writer: Michael Johnson
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