Oatmeal (Malachi & Paradigm)

[Malachi]

M:

Attacking competition armed with compositions
I spot the visions of wack niggas locked in prisons
Rhymes fly enough to mock a flock of pigeons
Prophet came back like a refund or re-run
of a television show, watchin the Benjamins grow
Clouded mind s'why son aint never shinnin
but wit a reign like this the sun aint never shinnin
My bars reach ya like a fist from sharkeisha,
Rappin wit sharp features, let the sharp featured god teach ya
Infectin mics wit propofoll the protocoll causein only pros to fall
Since a snotty nose I knew id body foes, nigs buyin my audios like adios
And since a minor ive been seein these goals
The troubled soul on double shoals
Thats who I be, just tearin mics,
A cool, skinny nigga bout fair in height
The author wit word hotter than 3 digit Fahrenheit
Behind the bars but the cell see us, not
They wont ever see us flop
Please believe i drop the steez and if they sleepin they catch disease
Mal nutritioned the game leavin these lames malnutritioned
and not to mention itd be malignant to call malignant
Fuck wit him and youll be done in an an instant

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P:

Battle to the death - Collapse ya lungs wit a fist, yo
Only Hunger Games you particpate in is fucking... Hungry Hungry Hippo
Caught ya mom blowing me on the stairs; bout to bang hoe
next step something rose in her mouth like I was teaching her to tango
Mechanized weapon suits from section fives test recruits
the stock options dissapointed... more than Aero's investing group
Sent the mechs back & thanked them for letting vets see
but they need upgrades across the board... Rap Battles and Netcees
Chalk boards with bars & rhyme schemes written across'em
I got an off the wall style... ironic the best in the Biz are, awesome
Ounces of haze I lounge & I gaze; denounce and I praise
crossing lines off the wall like prison cells have from counting the days