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Its AlyB here /and I'm back on my shit again...
Pop a couple beers /and relax while ya listen in...
These one-trak rappas/kinda lax when they spittin.
My reaction is: if you attack / then why you bitchin when
this spit gets sicker than/ a cancer patient?...
I can't sedate it..../ You can't debate it...
Yall whole flows a scam man/ I "Cap n Trade" it...
Take hold of they hands /bring em back to basics...
Decapitated/ is how I envision
these snakes n traitors /n life-haters that position /them-
selves in the government/... and make wack decisions...
Meanwhile I flow/ wit soul like black kitchens...
Some are lackin vision.../and some don't wanna see...
They got bills and children/ and mouths to fuckin feed...
houses to maintain /and neighbors that compete....
..................... CUS MISER-Y LOVES COM-PAN-Y...
Bluntsa weed /should be raised in the air by now...
I gets down from the pound/ to the gram wit this sound...
Look around at these scams/ and I feel like I'm drown/in
as the people around me just stare at the ground...
...WOW...Someone do somethin quick.../
call the paramedics /or the cops fuckin snitch...
My rhymes are too boss/ ....I off bitches quick...
Pop shots out my lips make em STOP/ n lay stiff...
Pop a couple beers /and relax while ya listen in...
These one-trak rappas/kinda lax when they spittin.
My reaction is: if you attack / then why you bitchin when
this spit gets sicker than/ a cancer patient?...
I can't sedate it..../ You can't debate it...
Yall whole flows a scam man/ I "Cap n Trade" it...
Take hold of they hands /bring em back to basics...
Decapitated/ is how I envision
these snakes n traitors /n life-haters that position /them-
selves in the government/... and make wack decisions...
Meanwhile I flow/ wit soul like black kitchens...
Some are lackin vision.../and some don't wanna see...
They got bills and children/ and mouths to fuckin feed...
houses to maintain /and neighbors that compete....
..................... CUS MISER-Y LOVES COM-PAN-Y...
Bluntsa weed /should be raised in the air by now...
I gets down from the pound/ to the gram wit this sound...
Look around at these scams/ and I feel like I'm drown/in
as the people around me just stare at the ground...
...WOW...Someone do somethin quick.../
call the paramedics /or the cops fuckin snitch...
My rhymes are too boss/ ....I off bitches quick...
Pop shots out my lips make em STOP/ n lay stiff...
