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Old 06-06-2008, 11:09 AM   #278
J.T.S.
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My lyrical structure will rupture these niggas fragile sculptures
Pope Fiction suckers knee deep in the cultures
Cures for the final four, grand slamming vultures
Tales folk, white faced women, deepthroat the vets kids on a sail boat
Exhale smoke, nostrils flaming, the declaration training
Raining decipher drops, blowing noodles out in barbershops
Pools of blood, bloody mops, operations on rocked knots
Sapphire cyclops, invest in vest, and blue, and white tops
God knocks your hustle, doors ripped off hinges, big muscles
Walk with vicious pits, stab you in the iris with a afro pick
Bust yo shit open, open fire, the sires gun smoking
Twist trees potent, my jigger potential poking
Speak english broken, narcotics are the fix
Pusherman scripts, stuck in a wild western enviornment
retire rich, bitches pitching for my fastballs
Any bar battle, times racing, make your last call
Been in so many fights, yesterday was my last brawl
Broke a cats jaw, give me my cash, crawl
Above the law, shoot a Steven Siegal
Beats blown off the wall, i was born raw
escaped through the rubber hole, blubber flow
Fry your scalp like Nat King Cole, swing low
Stay high, your ain't hitting shit like a blindman doing a driveby
Murder shines, gingerbread man for the one time
make bitches cum fine, pimp slapped, ya hoes mine
Flows crime, children ditching parents for dollar signs
Bartender pour me a drink, i'm too sober to think
Imagination ink, my fascanations with spinxs
Crime ring clique, thick in the thickening plot
Home invasion with asians, ying and yang on your locks
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My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah

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