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lyrics
HK
Flatliners x5
Vr1
Seneca
Is full proof, the plan is let loose
The blueprints, the patterns, the prophets are past due
The last two to pass through niggas is statues
Concrete castles, temples of past dudes
Microphone grippers, the rhyme spitters, the winners,
The go getters to finish, the lyricist on the realest
You not offsetting the illest niggas up in this
Sinners, the gold diggers, we pillage the bullshitters
Spit so hard nigga knock your face off
I’m not soft, so get the fuck out my face dawg
Not that nigga to cross, don’t get the name wrong
Games on, I swear to God it’s your pain dawg
Flatline niggas up and runnin’ the game dawg
My grind, your grind, shit ain’t the same dawg
My dialogue be the illest of catalog
I’m James Bond nigga, when I’m runnin’ my game strong
HK
Flatliners x5
Vr2
Toolow
Yo look at this shit that mo that I grow
The mo’ bullshit than I begin to know
Using the wrong lines I’ll realign your spine
Start spittin’ my rhymes I’ll make you, flatline
I’m legally a gunner and sick of your mouth runners
And you jaw flappers that turn into backstabbers
You feelin’ these jabs I’ll have to body bag ya
Hit you harder than seniors that be poppin viagra
Then I reload the extra mag that I had for ya
This is the cheatin’ slackin individuals
The ones I be zappin' wit my lyrical ritual
Do this hibitual go ahead and kick a fool
Just so intricate, when I get into it
Do it for my benefit, yo, you can suck a dick
Then fuck a fat chick, like I really give a shit
Running outta luck bitch, better retire quick
An instrumental dance album inspired by and dedicated to all women of the world; one of many recent releases for The Cornel West Theory. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2018