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Budhalla caught hell, harder than a four bar score In an instant Like Johnny Skelly's etching chalk on The sidewalk, the unforgettable Unable feeble Feedback, audio static conveyor See the needed stats Back product, sapping out Instincts, ticks, Mishaps, miscarriage happening Electronical ice age, General executive master Condemn demonic demo Constructive sinners Ex-actors, pathless, Afterwards, so let it live Let me be a La Virgin Mary Turn tricks on the corner as A drug infested whore Washed up, finger painting But One single entity's birth came in flame Frame Washed, believing there's a plane, plane Heavily on His shoulders with the wrong sinners Wrong answer to The cure for everlasting shame Got his fat face In the homestead of head of operations I demand It, fuck it, we all believe you did wrong Now for the truth to know, I swear it's The last man standing All will die, living legends, Leaders lived it Loved it, learned out the lessons 'Cause the legends is the quiet Damn never lies, Motherfucker Who be the sickest? Gemini, the buddy sicka Yeah, yeah, Y'all When you listen to my shit, you don't Chew, you don't breathe You a Mis-mis-mis-fucking-mind Who the sickest? Rasheed, the buddy sicka Off the make the spot Burn Ayo, my audio's guaranteed to lift the audience We taking over Mediterranean fruits, real seat The Black action figure, Tony Gray Maylay sparks consume Liquor Ray-Ban frames, summer clothes All brand Names but looking lunatic Tissot wrist, my tan sick, Drop the anchor Swam to the shore, pillage the Village Break a rum runner, bamboo shoot for no Spillage Fuck all night, dick so raw for Suzy Wrong On the floor near my ten-foot bong Speaking Of rocking on Learjet Concorde flights and Cigarettes of hashish Bon voyage, That means peace Ride a bathtub sail to 'round Greece All y'all niggas is half-mast and couldn't Float a log This hollow, send a SOS message In the bottle Frankie Lymon regatta, eating popo Chopped in that salata Praise God, cool Herc and Bam-Ba Staggered drunk in the Scotta World travel, Ace fame for floor games In Brisbane, holding the Reins on two dames Swallow plenty, Smirnoff Vodka With Big Jimmy Able sin, got the hook for Putting balls in they chin Manic, chronic Schizophrenic Always known to do damage in any Habitat Tell 'em 'bout the fury of battle rap Who be the Sickest? Gemini, the buddy sicka Yeah, Yeah, y'all When you listen to my shit, you Don't chew, you don't breathe You a Mis-mis-mis-fucking-mind Who be the sickest? Rasheed, the buddy sicka Off the make the spot Burn Ayo, my audio's guaranteed to lift the audience We taking over Ayo, ever since the eyes gazed Upon those starry mountain Conversations in past Tense, spent time tapping Spun shackles around Wrists, swung sticky scepter Edges ran over Rhetorical attachment Gags obsession, aching fear, But only oval suction Vapors hype, independent Moving Starstruck, destroyed millions of 'em This Ain't X-Men, lessons I'm made up and out of Shape to make it Present preacher from pedestals, But only for superhuman Lag marble style Cinderella, Soothe movement While destination and speed seem Distant Gifted hopes not, not too tight, slip out Of context No player contest, riff banging text Answer first to last question Come on, I'm Enlightened, Maylay, tell 'em Fuck a ticket from HT, smoking my shit to Fredrickson Use caution, think of many bells I rung I chat through rap, chop a pork faggot to Fat back Collard greens wrapped in rubber bands in My jeans What you see is what it seems, Street dreams Boys are product narcotics from the Valley to the thirtieth projects We all ain't Prospects, soldiers and seamen To leave 'em spinning In position on they axis Back to my mattress, And fuck that You ain't got no props to Be yelling It's Gemini and Rasheed to your melon Who be the sickest? Gemini, the buddy sicka Yeah, Yeah, y'all When you listen to my shit, you Don't chew, you don't breathe You a Mis-mis-mis-fucking-mind Who the sickest? Rasheed, the buddy sicka Off the make the spot Burn Ayo, my audio's guaranteed to lift the audience We taking over Yo, yo, Haha Yo, feel The, feel the feel Yo, Haha Yo, feel The feel, Feel, Feel
DG Leos — Look At
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