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When i spit the room temperature change ("Saigon!")
I am what many consider the spitter of flames ("Statik Selectah")
When i spit the room temperature change ("Liberty City")
When niggas dunk into the game, the shit is insane
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
(spit-spit-spit the room temperature change)
(w-w-when niggas dunk into the game the shit is insane)
"Pshh"
On your markers, set, go, the rest flow is just S-O S-O
So am i the best, I guess so
I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touchin'
And gain pounds on these clowns like a 100 somethin'
Behold the prophecy peep, then mold up my philosophy deep
Contemplate crime playin for keep
Elevate and reconstruct the rhymes that erupt
From my brain and then they drain right into a cup
From which i drink, and then i think deeper in it'll sink
From the dark hull of my skull, and then into ink
That's a oldschool metaphorical phrase
I shit, shower and shave
When it's time to get paid, get out of the way!
I'm like a bat out of hell
How i'm hittin' these hoes, you swear nigga just got out of jail
I'm a MC slash stick up kid
Ask principle, the shit i did, i ain't playin with 'em
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
When i spit the room temperature change
When niggas dunk into the game, the shit is insane
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
(spit-spit-spit the room temperature change)
(w-w-when niggas dunk into the game the shit is insane)
We can discuss disgust plus lust and what it does to us
Not only bust 'cause i must, i bust 'cause i love the rush
Plus checks that i collect to bust Tec's at suspects
Marksmen in the linen, we don't come off as roughnecks
Sick, sick-sick, sick-sick, sick, sick shit
The flow is fluently flowing like liquid
Even jamaicans be saying my shit wicked
Y'all should believe it, i shouldn't even have to kick shit!
But look, you still lyin' in your raps son
Always actin' like you dying for some action
Tho we really know you not tho
You not no Vato loco, you a twat bro fo' sho'
I'm a get rich or die tryin' like fifty
Even if i gotta do something that's tight, risky
Pass me the Hen, bitch, i don't like whisky
My gun snap, crackle and pop like rice krispies
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
When i spit the room temperature change
When niggas dunk into the game, the shit is insane
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
(spit-spit-spit the room temperature change)
(w-w-when niggas dunk into the game the shit is insane)
I flex on your entire set, rhyme in nine different dialects
Firin' Tec's, aim where your knee and your thigh connects
I'm contracting like isometric exercise
Let's collide, last nigga to try, molecular fry
Besides, i can see in your eyes, you're petrified
I'm a let you slide without a lyrical hexaply
Let's decide, niggas fall short like a midget on a ball court
Coming with that wack rap that's store bought
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
When i spit the room temperature change
When niggas dunk into the game, the shit is insane
When i spit the room temperature change
I am what many consider the spitter of flames
(spit-spit-spit the room temperature change)
(w-w-when niggas dunk into the game the shit is insane)
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