Last One In This Album

#SpringDropSL #Crew #Respect #Voice #Live #Love #Rapping Would you do the same for me Fore I am your King, so shall it be I seen your kind before, you're not original. march across land, ready for war with syllables On white rappers that were taken out of context Tryin' to diss my nigga Third, jockin' his ex Burn something, I'm ves'd ready to hurt something So tought MC's ain't really saying nothing But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance Knowin I ain't got no license Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip Bullets in yo' ass make you hop and skip You want a mission? This one's impossible Tryina get paper, avoid the biggest cases possible With CEO's wiping they nose, sniffing ya budget up Overpowered got me showered overflowing my cup Its routine, people seem to go through a cycle And then it's wipeout, surfing on a pea soup tidal Wind dusting blowing makes the sounds of ghost Here we go, pull up a chair and gather close A Brita filter so my water can be pure, like yours I got it in you, from big balls to ass tours, Yo I tear the stage and build a guild with dissection To satisfy the rich and be up for re-election It's Live 0-0-4, yo yo, yo yo, YO! Let him know nigga like me ain't no hoe Boom boom to the head now your body numb A battle goin' on inside, nobody's safe from You can nail me to the muthafuckin wall Cottonmouth niggas etched out like Merry Christmas, that all I can see your spirit dancin' next to mine I took her to my house because she was fine Dependin on the earth since you first left the womb Fine tuned, volley with the volume in my room I'm the voice of Brooklyn, nigga you crazy And the sky just got hazy Snuck in the back and locked the door Put my face on the floor You know who I be oh where you at baby Mashin wit the Gov young nigga Bound to be a grave digga Heat tucked under my belt Baritone vibrate the track and melt There's different type moves The rhyme improves Hookers, hookers, nothin but hookers Fresh clean cars and real hard lookers Think you all that now? I don't know Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock Keep her thang on lock Wipe my eyes, wipe my brow cuz of perspiration I bless ya'll niggas with a track, show appreciation Time to kick dust plus Saints are interceeding at the Church shepherds of the flock on the block the youth search Oh baby baby you was acting so shady like cowards who knew shits heavy, get ready Haven't you heard big things come in small packages I came to rock mics delivering the messages Slip the clip in the gat, then I roll I was in the driver's seat, but I lost control That is unless I have a chance at a metal Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal I fell off? Come on, imagine it Ya'll niggas lick clit, our style, you bit Never stop, Never never ever stop Cuttin', mixin', scratchin' non-stop