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11 years ago
The FormatIt’s the master don- mastodon, yup you’re mastered onRap phenomenon, styles chameleon you get shitted onRiver run, studied all them heavenly greats,Once my targets locked on there is no escape.No cape- I gets high and fly,I’m in this game blood n bones, ride or die.Here lays the format, konnects ready for combat,All hands up, when the beat hits the high hat. I like that.Mic back, lights dimmed, spark that, you cats is wack,All black, hatchback, chrome rims, what kind of life is that.For me, it’s sad to see, its blasphemyI’m like the sun dance kid and butch Cassidy.Guns a blazin, while your gats is raisin,I aint fazen, Why? The cash is what I’m chasin.I’m a Dena boy, where rose peddles fall and heat up toys,Beat-up boyz, clean-up foesCity of roses where we bring hear all the noise.Employs cousins twice removed, can you relate?I can’t emulate but I can teach hate.Feeding on Emcees like I’m passing out cake,AntoMatic "the profit"- you’re male in rebate.The flow is domino, your mic check is bonkers,The risks glow, can’t help it, yet your mind ponders.No wonder, you hide down under, when I go to spit,Sounds like thunder, Squander, Put Emcee’s to slumber.Another one bites the dust,This in the state in God we trustWeather its unjust or disgust I combust on Angel dustAdjust the mistrust; pivot the earth’s crust all the while waiting for the green rushRoyal flush, the kush is plush, the bitch full of lust,what’s with all the fuss The opponents crushed, So hush and go back and brush up on your skills.Thrills fill the chills; I’m stacking up on dollar bills,Wrongfully acquitted yet I’m your meal ticketAddicted, this life is wicked,Inhibited to kick the bucketProhibited to start ruckusBut I have a habit to put carcuses in casketsBy the masses on the road back to Damascus