文本歌词

Ayyo folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke
I put chumps to rest fast when my smith wes' blast
So jus' dash or trespass and get your chest smashed
Rap New York rules I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissed I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt jerk
So stay alert no smoke cause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the Alley not the Valley
I'm hotter than Cali wicked like Harry
And f**k Sally I'd rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles
Don't hang with jive pals
Adió s ghost I'm five thous
Flave it's always easy for new bait
Taken here to groove quake
Make ya more addictin' than tube steak
Cause when I work a line nobody's jerkin' mine
So bring the noise an' I'll poison like turpentine
This ni**a Terra is past butter sharp like a glass cutter
A** rubber your rhymes left trash gutter
I'll leave chumps done don't come with some junk son
Cause I'm makin' flave niggas cool for consumption
I'm more rare the MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck Terra drops the follow up
Sour luck niggas got popped an' swallowed nut
On the Mic I rip the scene right
Terra just caught wreck so I guess I got the green light
Niggas know about Herb Mcgruff
I'm on some murder stuff
And when I talk every verb is rough
Mcs are live but I'm mad liver
Ayyo my rhymes are more funky than a African cab driver
Step to this an' get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice an' peas
Herb can you fight yo I'm nice with these
Put up your dukes then me an' you cook raw
Cause I stand tall an' kick a** like a football
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to big l straight from hell
I'm the f**k
Ayyo it's time to get drastic but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it now I'ma melt the Mic like it's plastic
I rag crews cause I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this an' get your body blown
Cause I'm a no maricón for poems and slidin' hotties home
Here's some advice I'm mad nice
Ayyo I'm quick to lick the mag twice
And cold take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got niggas gelling
Ayyo f**k bribes I'm taking niggas lives like a felon
Yo I'm bustin' chumps like a Glock ten when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow don't need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow when I rhyme I just kill ya show
I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid
No frail kids get nailed and read braille when they fail
Yeah and I'm nasty too nasty to trash me
Bash me ayyo that's dead so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft I gotta pump that's sawed off
And when I let slugs out you will get rubbed out
For dissing you'll come up missing like a cub scout
Rappers be funny like flesh cause they sections say they slaughter son
Talk about nines an' TECS an' never shot a water gun
But Killa Kam I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it a trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease cause once I release
My crew from the east we leavin' at least
Twenty police deceased it's the beast on attack
So make tracks I break backs
I Jack with def gats an' black macs
On Lenox Ave ain't no light looks you fight crooks
Left an' right hooks if you front get your life took
I'm havin' nail sharp pains in my brain like a hell raiser
I'm blazin' trails from jail cells so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but lead
Boom bye bye then find another booty boy dead
In backyard alleys but I call 'em crack yard valleys
And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I'm in a daze and I'm so confused
From seein' heads shake so many times the lead make
And mike boogie's next up to keep my head straight
I should never rhyme cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat
Cause they know when I start dropping poems
That I be knockin' domes poppin' bones and sendin' niggas hoppin' home
Word to God it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this
So if you're comin' to see me ni**a bring a cast an' crutches
And niggas I don't need a gun for you none of you
Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my number two
And it's death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they motherf**kin' a** to ash
No need to question am I nice cause it's a fact friend
I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a mac ten
And niggas ain't half as nice so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife they ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush just finished makin' it tough
Peace to Big L ayyo eight is enough