SeveroDrgnfli
Ain't nobody tryin to get indicted.
Cover my tracks like butter so where the bread B? I see beef as dead meat, who fukk the president? Yeah me. Nobody scares me. And you don't have to double dare me, hear me,
loud and clearly rats aren't near me. Wire tap nikkas get blood in their ear piece.
Challenge me that be to my advantage. Im out standing. Like walked outside in a twister and walking not damaged. Standing outside in a blizzard and walking high handed. Serving nickels bags in Iraq bet I will not panic.
Where I come from we call coke rice. I got that Condoleezza.
These nikkas p*ssy and jive. Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for I. The A and the K will make your face crook to the side so when you smile everyone gotta look from the side. Cause when you wylin' you aint looking you just looking high. And when we're hungry you look like pie. Sweet potatoe ass nikka. You lemon muh-rang, apple custard cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster.
In his prime his flow was my favorite of all time. I love dense lyricism with a gutter unrefined flow. A lot of rappers couldnt be as experimental with their voices and cadences if the god didn't open his mind to the world. His whole approach is like graffiti.
Shout out to one the most influential artistic force of the last ten years. I see his imprint in everything modern. It's crazy. It's tricky to explain if you don't have a sense of history. I can't show you a study. You just had to be alive and geeked up on hip hop from the 80s-2001.
Again shout out to the god breh. His flow and content still blow mind. His set ups are better than most people's punchlines. When rappers still had punchlines.
As much as I appreciate the mumble generation. I long to hear some hard shyt thats imaginative. God Damn white people and money ruin every good scene.
loud and clearly rats aren't near me. Wire tap nikkas get blood in their ear piece.
Challenge me that be to my advantage. Im out standing. Like walked outside in a twister and walking not damaged. Standing outside in a blizzard and walking high handed. Serving nickels bags in Iraq bet I will not panic.
Where I come from we call coke rice. I got that Condoleezza.
These nikkas p*ssy and jive. Not even in an eye exam they ain't looking for I. The A and the K will make your face crook to the side so when you smile everyone gotta look from the side. Cause when you wylin' you aint looking you just looking high. And when we're hungry you look like pie. Sweet potatoe ass nikka. You lemon muh-rang, apple custard cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit buster.
In his prime his flow was my favorite of all time. I love dense lyricism with a gutter unrefined flow. A lot of rappers couldnt be as experimental with their voices and cadences if the god didn't open his mind to the world. His whole approach is like graffiti.
Shout out to one the most influential artistic force of the last ten years. I see his imprint in everything modern. It's crazy. It's tricky to explain if you don't have a sense of history. I can't show you a study. You just had to be alive and geeked up on hip hop from the 80s-2001.
Again shout out to the god breh. His flow and content still blow mind. His set ups are better than most people's punchlines. When rappers still had punchlines.
As much as I appreciate the mumble generation. I long to hear some hard shyt thats imaginative. God Damn white people and money ruin every good scene.
