yank's and confederates
so, to nyc I t.o.n.y.c. been going to
2o12 I’m the linc’/link, fillies not going thru
‘til I gets what I want...yankees got that victory
over my dead body, confederates’ misery
malice wrecked the hood, anthony ain’t so well
u.s. chose I hung for they ass, oh well
I ain’t merely babbling, I’m battling babble-on
my thread from a sewing kit, aimed at stool pigeons rapping songs
the lost angels wings got nyp’d, and then? see they ain’t believe me
the brothas can’t win if the wombs do not receive me
my tombstone reads, “clarence, abel, ghengis, david”
ask lucille about it, since hip-hop been the matrix
if I’m wrong, I know one thing, God’s word is perfect
and I got the nyc dc for ho’s who deserve it
pardon, how I gots’ to close-in on the sex
as for the beast, try not to speak, just hold ya’ breath...
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