I dont know what you heard
I blur words leave you with visions thats slurred
and sidetrack competition like marks on the curb
A little spice in my life im enjoying you herbs
I creep up in it
wreckin like defeat was meanted
my streets demented
jet laggin on beats per minute
I rock some
road killin like possums
leaving a niggas insides exposed like hes ready to blossom
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Boss master attacks and smack cats
Im the pastor of rap
and you'd be a drug addict if whack could be crack
Smashing your acts fuck herbs im dashing your daps
Cash in your crap nigga cause im massively strapped
Blazing the mic in any type or fashion of battle
while you fruits gettin fucked like the passion of snapple
passing you rattles stop chokin I laugh when you gaggle
Are you a man or a fruit nigga? A Adam or apple
Im Nice I Wreck
New To This shit But Im Twice Yall Vets
I dont listen to soul music throw ya life off deck
Slice ya neck Nailin shit like Christ's on set
Clappin with fire arms like the pythons met
Zions death Im just blowin up like the Matrix
Double Up On Elevation now I know that you hate this
debate shit score a 10 on moves executed
ya set can get booted
the next man to do it
rooted the best thing in ya ear next to Q-Tip
all white funk master flex shoes exclusives
rude, illusive, grow egos im the dude to boost'em
shrude I mute some meaning I go through ya crew son
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Boss Mode Killah 'o4
