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Verse 1 (Loco B)

thrusts of Selfishness are my pre-requisites
to the concept of sharing death with you
And I got ill designs anyway, regardless of these
Powerful naturals that be occurin in me, majesty
Im super sexy, dammit, im the bee's knees
Im the Iron buttergfly and the scorpion king
All rolled up into one maximum dangerous drone
Im the super duper storm trooper thats invadin your homes
and barbed wire words followed by poision tipped verbs
that simply connect and pigeonhole, now I throw you a curve
thats my word, all you worms better stay out of my sight
im a wicked warrior wiedling weapons made from lights

(Jeff Taylor)

Deep in the night I stalk ya, Feds from DC gonna fly in and chalk ya
Got hit with the joint I bought ya, dont like the way I look, I fought ya
Its torture
My stylistic is wicked
when I come through and kick it
to these bitches not listening to the lyrics that I spit
Get your towel tossed in like its time to quit
Got you thinking about sleep, might expose a leak
its how empires fall in just one blink
From sun up to sundown
Its a territorial battle for ground
Troops comin in from every direction
With clear blue water showing a jagged reflection
and misdirection
with ressurection
From misled youth
put into battle to be young troops
Now checked out and left without no doubt
you went out the fucked up route
not that you chose it, but its chosen for you
gettin deep on cats like what you gonna do?
Mad cause you got played out like a fool
and a possibility they'll take out your whole crew
now youre alone in this world of doom
Click click whats thats pimp pull, chicka boom
Bombs being dropped, guns being popped
Hammer pulled back in a position that its locked
every last nerve in your body shot
Who got your back, dog? Like you forgot

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These is the extras white hot star clusters
Jet black electrics, heavenly bodies access this
Source of the force, its theforces of nature
this force, Dharkvatuh, this force, Dharkvatuh

V2: (Lite Assassin)

Yawl niggas is true original playerhaters
Mad cause my skills take me to the top like an elevator
or escalator, you smile now and get it later
you fucking haters...like what
Look in my eyes, a angel and a demon
Fuckin with me, my light will have you not breathing
Here take a sip of this cup
(what is that?) Just Semen (what?) Just semen (what?) Just semen
the only way you feel my power flowin through your veins
From here to outer space im the god damned man
you think you holding something until you see the black hand grabbing on your throat
Your blood starts to choke
inhaling my flows like a toke of chronic smoke
this aint no fucking joke, we was cool in the beginning
but this is the end, im in it to win
and im gonna kill again

(Smokey Gripp)

Subterranian Spitter, between the hips hitter
Usin my tongue like a trigger to rapid fire deliver
Anabolic ammunition, demolition as its hittin
Niggas ripe for the pickin, lickin my Charles Dickens
So much cream I need Quicken to balance my pocket change
Smokey born strange, you recently deranged
It hurts like labor pains of 4'10 bitches
pushing 10 pounders at 22 inches
Hittin your broad from the back, stackin paper from capers
the Kona Gold vapors stimulate imaginations
Facin elimination's motivation for manslaughter
Pushing weight without a spotter
Rhyme All Star Starter

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