West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: WC Iz Active on October 28, 2006, 12:55:41 PM
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"Blow brains out lyrically, just to change you're perspective
The lyrical messiah, aint no way you cant respect this
0-60 in less than 4 seconds
takes less than a second to showcase my weapon
take ya juels, take em to the Pawn
u failed the test, like using pens on scantrons
I cant be beaten, ya rhymes depleted
stop biting my style, or your teeth will get eaten
Im a monster, not loch ness though
I've been identified but not defeated you know
you like big foot, they be tracing your steps
Im still a fugitive, feds got no patience left
still cant find me, cant open up my chest
still addicted to crime like losers addicted to Meth
No chance at cremation, body never found
No chance for DNA, no fingerprints around
Ya’ll living lies, aint never cooked a pie
I aint talking about a chef, Im talking coke supply
My words so fly, slice ya skin like knives
1 thing in common w/ Bin Laden, I got more than 40 wives
Out in public, dressed in disguise
With 5 of my bitches, cant be spotted by the other 35
On my hip, a chrome45
Give it to em at night or sunrise
Take your pick, the gun or the knife
Fuckin with Spice , the end of your life"
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sick. :firedevil: i think i might have to drop soon.
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u failed the test, like using pens on scantrons
Haha. 8)
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sick. :firedevil: i think i might have to drop soon.