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High Caliber Sh**
Take a hit on this murder one lick that get you bent high caliber shit you dare enter the cipher shells and rounds my tongue spit fire
V1
I cram to understand why life is such a puzzle although I struggle I chase away pain with this daily drug juggle, but as I bubble jealousy sparks my trouble so vex now im seeing double, I gotta get my head straight or else these jake will probably get me and take me to a place im not seeing in my fate so I skate at the sight of beast at nite wether it be in them Brooklyn streets or down in the middle east like switch ass niggaz be getting shifty lets take a pause for the cause I will still rest ya?ll six feet deep wether it be black or white orange purple or green, sons do get it when im wettin in they direction representin them stay high sections copping wight from bk connections true, on a mission to keep this fam in pole position that?s why I must upgrade my wisdom and keep on spittin that shit they call that ital licking
V2
They say actions speak louder than words but words kill rounds and shells scattered when lyrics spill cant touch this its hot my niggaz got mad handle ya?ll on some static shit switch to the next channel high caliber flicks where the action get vicious line for line with murder one intentions sniper type aim with roy jones accuracy thorobread mcs with attack like pedigree between you and me got this game on lock and key rhymes never jamming my hammers maintanence free, blockhead what is you bottlefed cover the spread that vest cant save whats blinded by the infared, bust back what you crazy straight fugazi recovering from head shots that got you thinking maybe, wake up nigga snap out of it son don?t sleep on nobody that?s a rule of thumb
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V3
We come thru check me out son niggaz got issues my lyric ak dround out your rap pistols straight for the mellon disrespect your vest fuck you sneakers should have hit zig zags trying fade the lethal s.e. my peoples spark a branch one verse from the lp stumbled you and your man hip hop im a fan fuck the critics spit hot shit like new years busting off for thirty minutes whats up with you and your man fronting mano y mano lets dance throw the dice for your life take a chance play Russian roulette with verbal straps that get you wet, niggaz sweating as if I had six bullets you the man then pull it like drags off the l you inhale for the nite styles is trife contagious to your person red zone rappers lyrical surgeons with the mic doc status
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V4
Ive been tested by soldiers from those cutthroat sectons im still alive so I guess they werent meant to win still I see no end to the traps I be encountering set by the ones who envy cuz we bring that real shit, that got the heads going bananas kid watch this I put it down now I got the place thumping ass bumping and breast are jumping vibing to that hot shit thumping thru the speakers tweeking they meters me and my man chris shall never be defeated mark that shit we are the bestest when it comes to blessing mics and handling weapons so tell your section stop stepping like they hotter this year aint nothing changed its still the same niggas bark loud yet tear when they hear my lead whiz pass they ear life is crucial cop this gift in grip with my hip the middle east and bk we always bring that real and true that ill shit
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