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yo the homie Juan C
pass the mic to me
so i wreck this beat
like SPC protege of k rino
hos call me mandingo poppin' ***** tapes demo
never rode a limo
only smokes primo n got pitches in otcos
8 bars make ya see the star im far from soft
f them boys in the nawf
woth south side ****** til we die
we ride with the hardest regardless
if they try to break our clique
we still gone spit ****
like a cobra ya know its over
once the venom in em then couple.of minutes later
finish em
mortal combat **** all the rats
despise chit chat call my youngest ** ***** cat
pack a black gat
we push loot in the golden regal
every thang we do is illegal
lethal
as gibson they don't want none
boys crackin' rhymes til the crack of dawn
then wake up next day just
to bust another one
my OGs rollin' with Don Key n Pokey
hardest in the pit
and if you disagree we make haters **** our ****
sloppy **** no ****
them ******* can lick the pigment off a ***** stick
but i play it safe n cool
cuz hos try to burn you
got it played smooth groove
to the sound bound to get down
if ya down bow down listen to the gun shots sounds
now ya leakin' where ya be speakin'
now ya body tweekin' n geekin'
soon to crossover
like epmd mic check ya know me my crew be
fascinating minds with our hocus pocus never lose focus
my raw raps got them nervous
got Juan C next to me
and got the tech services
and no playin now from the htown
still holding top with no crown
dont need a status we the baddest
turn the lane three wheel leanin' with bird chirpin'
still smokin' up the scene
with clip fully loaded magazine
glock cocked we aint gone stop
sip the prometh to the day i drop
dont stop
the music cadillac funky so ya know im gonna abuse it
drip up drapped out know what im talking bout
deep in the south we put guns in ya mouth
no flappin' we stay strappin'
like willis ya know whats happenin'
and we aint gone stop the rappin'
mad at us cuz we bring the real
o so real make every nation feel
what them southern slangers do
dangerous as the Bronx Zoo
what ya wanna do
with stay with more than sun tzu when death comes to you
them boys n blue
cant save u
on the mic i gets wicked after a meal ticket sadistic
as charlie manson
got a twenty two mansion
followed a long benz with the big blue lens
zero percent window
so i can smoke my indow
what they dont know wont show
follow the peckin' order my game smarter
jaun n yosef isthe real hip hop martyrs
and we ready to battle
sogo ahead and shake ya rattle
cuz we'll be quick to slaughter


yea man let me come through
versace with the blue
jeans coming clean sip lean
with an ounze of promethazine fiends
be on the look out
cuz ya know im about
to clown harder than Corey Holcomb
boys gettin' dumb dumb
got hos thats chewin bubble gum
shakim' *** too fast
make a ***** urge for a ***** lick
yea im rollin' with the *******
up clique we sick
as a muthafucka
enticin' all types of diseases
cuz the lyrical content pleases
many foes and hoes
i wear baggy clothes with jabos
dont ya know
im rap don vito stack chips like frito
lay i parlay
on sittin on the dock of the bay
jammin k
or that *****
htown is how we do?
ride ***** with the bulls
euro grills caprice with pipes made of steel
o so real still
got every nation on they feet
they cant feel
this uh coming down on ya blvd
ya can see me on tv or 60 inch screens dvd
**** blue rays i rock ray ban shays
like Mj ya can catch me on a fade
doing what i do in the paint
with a Styrofoam cup full of drank
grams of dank
smoke so much we cant think
eyes cant blink im on the brink
of an overdose
ya suppose to rock the flows like me
im like biggie
spittin the classic mr magic
girls call my **** game fantastic
stretch ***** holes like elastic
leave her visions plastered
like she drunk as ****
im pushin luck six flat riding a black truck
40 oz in the gut gangsta strut
im the best ***** whatttt?
im ina rage one luv to homies
in the cage
when i hit the stage
ya know the crowds gone get wild
im flagrant like a fouls problem child
use my cash bills to fans thrills
no spills on *******
ya know the deal
hos be reachin' still teachin'
n im all about mass appeal
Nothing is precious
so you can get high
all is stolen
at what price?
middlemen
eightballs
up your nose
duty calls
yelling and cursing
everyone's the enemy
can't hear
can't see
glass pipes
silver ones too
****** up your arm
sit and stew
no focus
tweekin out
talk too much
talk too loud
watchin for cops
at every hour
yet you think its you
with all the power
your addicting highs
your painful lows
so many of these trolls want beef
but like i spark to a reef
ill set ya *** on fire
i got that fire that make ya *** retire sire
higher learning
keep my flows churning
til the early mourning
no yawning
by the time ya catch me
ill be in the next century
waitin' for any
emcee to test me they best to be
ready for my artillery
hittin' harder than ******
pay the piper
turn the beat up
wat ch me turn hyper
im.mixed with******* and propane
that means im gassed up
soon to blast up
any thing i touch i clutch
this world is mine
im too much handle
break through news scandals
got many houses near the florida panhandles
dont give a **** who in the way
ill pave a way tanks is what drive
you can check the snout
my bullets wipe a whole nation out
ima keep ******' as long as the ******* hummin'
dont make me have to summon
demons I stay schemin'
like sun rays im.beamin'
tag teamin'
with my army fatigue
break youdown slowly
like bacteria im scarin' ya
as i blowwww here i gooo


And where did i go
Ya lookin' for me
Say hello to my 44
Caliper
Keep you in check
I get respect
Aint scared of no lion tigers n bears
So i tell ya
Trolls beware ya in for a scare
Like R L stine
Chrck my glow as i shine
Brighter then the sun do
What the **** ya gone do
When come for you
Day or dark it dont matter
Im.antimatter
As the drummer is beatin'
Got all of ya tweekin'
Ya volume turn up my ****
Im hardest to hit
97 was my first gig
Who ever thougjt the lil skinny kid
Could rhymes like this
Punish like this
Im similar to pac n chris
Choke fools like Sprewell
Im livin' well cant ya tell
Im shell shocked veteran
Been throguh much pain
I couldn't take in
Death is on tha hunt galore
Once more
Blowin coco leaves
As i go
But cant find me
Why ? *** i aint hear no moe hahaha
Wendy Buckley Jan 2019
Only a coward hides....
Behind fake bravado.
When his ego subsides,
It's your fault.." His motto.
He reads you like a book.
Remembers every page. Once he's sure you're on the hook,
He'll start to rattle your cage.
He knows which nerve to strike.
He consumes every pain.
Sometimes, he's so lifelike,
you forget he's so insane.
He doesn't even have to try.
It's just the way he is.
At your brain he'll slowly pry.
But he'll never reveal his.  
He's arrogance screaming of entitlement.
He really doesn't consider that bad.
So Don't expect any enlightenment.
Hell, he say its the most fun he's had.
No rest for the wicked he'll say.
And its still your fault he'll insist.
He's been up tweekin a week + a day.
Its pointless to try to resist.

Oh the horrible he stories he will tell about you....
And some will believe his version.
There isn't much you can do.
You can't explain such *******.

All you can do is keep him out of your mind.
Run away & dont ever look back.
Its evil of a whole other kind.
Remember there's something he'll forever lack,
Look hard,  its his soul you'll never find.
First comes ****** second comes afterlife
Peep the game the from youths strife
My skillz windmills about a thousand bills
Franklin to Grants attack critics like ants
**** your rants check my gun stance no chance
To step against the superior world conqueror
Barbaric tactics keep the thasticks lit
From rubbers going in ***** ***** my hits
Fantastic dramatic suckas dont want static
Like fabric my bars above the skys attatic
****** it got the anaconda habits got **** it
Tut killin' again blowing against the winds
Flip my seven sins into a 500 series Benz
My bank rolls standing over trolls swole
Dont chance ya stroll lifes a gamble I ramble
Through the toughest streets beat feet
Once I hear a beat freak em between the sheets
Like the Isley's choose wisely girls slide me
Up and down all around like a merry go round
Break the brakes off of her clutches duchess
Of *** dont use the latex thats wear aids sits
Check the murders blueprint defense
See my foes clenching the fence ligaments
Ripped from guns blazin' new residence
Welcome to hotel hell when all foul ****** dwell
I broke the spell long ago my stello cold as snow
Blizzard sick with it poetry wizzard suckas gizzards
Leaking once the bullets speaking you tweekin'
While knocking humps out ya baby mothers
No other got pride no need to hide collide
With the realist illest suckas can't **** this
A clan with a powerful master plan understand
Apocalypse chaotic from the words of my lips
Sink ships hot clips turn em into crips rips
I heal you like Jesus the opposite of a prophet
Can't top it as I mop it flows cop those pose
Bars for days locked on sick word plays AKs
Giving grace a bad taste more toxic than waste
Bullets from guns leavin' two face toothpaste
My cavi as flows entering surpremacy legacy
When you step to the K you end up with more delays
Watch me bring more heat than Lebron James
Knocking out lames dickin' down the baddest dames
Clean ya skull like Wayans in a low down ***** shame
See the flame
I burn empires without the use of fire my desire
Flatten domains like air out of tires
Ya leaking blood for all them hard rhymes tweekin'
My guns be freakin' bullets enterin' a *******
With death til my very last breath we holdin' reps
Over those who crept and thought we slept
Who don't understand my madness in hand
Down with the Wu Tang clan
Gimme a mic watch me raekwon
Inspect ya deck once I get a beat to select
Nothing but pure funk'ness injects none could reject
My Lethal artillery not ya average savage soldier's story much bravery
They ain't got no heart as I part  
Out all others they bore me thinkin' they can't out soar me
The Black eagle rolling in a regal my amigos all illegal and will **** you
Gotta stroll through at least a 100 kilos
No Coke goes to my nose check the wind blow
Grazing across ya temple
Leavin' a dimple it's a spiritual epiphany
Ghetto symphony it made me
A better writer raw as Snyder neighborhood ******
Pay the piper
We ain't never fall off  I could flex
At least thousand paid off lofts
My flows is cold so y'all bound to cough
Up money ain't nothing funny we schemes livin' out our fantasy dreams
That most of y'all dreams usually roll solo but still got trusted monsters on my team
shake ya up more than Hakeem never Chase  cream
Unless you wanna get done like Frank Lucas did to that guy in the scene
It's Broad daylight my eyes bright but low and tight I can't fight
These demons leeching givin' me raw wisdom with out preachin'
I cut all haters success short so stop reachin'

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