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unfinished collab from the previous NC (feat. Genocide
I'ma be illmatic till I'm ready to die
Fuckin you doggy style with liquid swords, machetes inside All 36 chambers of your pelican pride there's just no reasonable doubt to how we're better with rhymes so step to the side, analyze and start to search for meaning in whatever endeavor that leaves you hurt for reaching but when the sediment settles beneath the words you're reading I defy you to find a single bar that isn't worth repeating the work of demons, this shit been in the making for months You weak writers playing god should have been praying to us The waiting is done, I've seen enough false idols and profets.. To make a nigga wanna dumb out in spite of my logic Homocidal with topics, turning every piece I've composed to classic The way the priest turns water to wine if your roman catholic I'm what grows in cabinets where its cold and blackest Get your soul ripped out in here as if you didn't know what happens Geno and oats the rap savages known as black magic The most advanced standin so don't be haphazard Too close you'll catch cancer, the flow is stacked canisters holding gas, plastic explosives Thats havoc for clones and wack amateurs Ho's get backhanded and bros get Snap! Crackle! and...domes get capped backwards now toast to that, scavengers- A massacre, so quit bragging your successes Y'all so average it's staggering, we got failures more impressive We rarely show low aggression, contrary to those who doubt While your fearing the revelation, we carry the omen out Voluntarily broke it down, oats renowned, gen as crafty as hell seems Lousville to your chimes, theres baseball bats in your bellfries Oatmeals hazard to health leaves me to clean up the waste But your deaths will come as slowly as the speed of decay While you deplete everyday, the pain of my verse gets intense Blow off some steem through stab wounds, its your personal vent Putting the circus to rest, you clowns are sad and corny These rounds? Inflammatory, melting the elderly down to statutory The crown's been managed poorly, our reign is mandatory Geno and Oats - the heart of the street and the brain of the laboratory |
underrated right here @Genocide
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I'ma be illmatic till I'm ready to die
Fuckin you doggy style with liquid swords, machetes inside All 36 chambers of your pelican pride there's just no reasonable doubt to how we're better with rhymes so step to the side, analyze and start to search for meaning in whatever endeavor that leaves you hurt for reaching but when the sediment settles beneath the words you're reading I defy you to find a single bar that isn't worth repeating the work of demons, this shit been in the making for months You weak writers playing god should have been praying to us The waiting is done, I've seen enough false idols and profets.. To make a nigga wanna dumb out in spite of my logic Homocidal with topics, turning every piece I've composed to classic The way the priest turns water to wine if your roman catholic I'm what grows in cabinets where its cold and blackest Get your soul ripped out in here as if you didn't know what happens Very tight sections from both. Good stuff. Putting the circus to rest, you clowns are sad and corny These rounds? Inflammatory, melting the elderly down to statutory The crown's been managed poorly, our reign is mandatory Geno and Oats - the heart of the street and the brain of the laboratory This part was sick. Traditional collab, refreshing. |
This piece was seamless. Very polished. Nice read guys. Peep my shit if you want..
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