Pop, Pop, Pop 3 in your head, turn your skull into a bowling ball. Swervin' The realest lyricist "R" rip em' apart They really clitoris all lip and no heart Who really feelin' this? all livin' with god " Our Wounds Are Still Open " bars written in blood So muthafuckin' Mr.
#ARMENIAN EMCEE CYPHER MOVIE#
[R-Mean: Rep' for my people, but never discriminate homie My skin and race irrelevant the love still there Besides the couple times it turned blue my blood' still red So bust ya muthafuckin' slugs in the air See I'm the future no quest' Ready to die now But hoping to die late Like your pupils on X Tell me who's to blow next, the flow of death will end foes Rappers like that Sixth Sense movie they've been ghost They disappearin' my appearance Apparently pairin' me with a pair of impaired emcees Comparin' me is a parody ain't no repairing thee When I'm paralyzin' a pair of beats see despair in your peeps And paranoia the Pentagon's taking over But muthafuckas tryna silence the 'P' like pneumonia Nobody loud as we, this our odyssey til' we make it So I ride til' I die like I'm driving intoxicated It's the muthafuckin' Mean hope you ready Bars so barbaric like Barcelona this shit here about about to get Messi Cristiano Ronaldo - the rap version These cats lack passion, I slap em and crack sternums These swag rap faggots attack em with gats burnin' The mic is my scalpel the rap surgeon.
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