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REPORTER: I REPEAT IT WAS A MASSACRE, ACCORDING TO OFFICIALS, IT WAS A SECTION 9 MASSACRE...........A SECTION 9 MASSACRE......
KILLBOT: Listen last name up first name smack a nigga so then the only time i applaud is when i clap a nigga nd the only time i shine is when i yap a nigga give out too much credit ya hustle backwards nigga yea nd if they see u slippin its routine to steal in love wit my burna put u head over heels these niggas talk to much make dem niggas bleed choppa got game too it'll sweep u off ur feet my benz a remix its got so many features the only time u got white on u is easter Money is the motive death is the penalty buck dese niggas like the rapper in tennesy or put em on lean with the percs and the hennesy im a wild card save the game wit scarred memories all these rappers industry puppets you know cousin skeeter put my sausage in ya girl like a pizzaria INTERLUDE: this is a Section 9 massacre call in the air strike SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS: Come off your dust you ain't got it your just a lush with nothing to bust/ throw up your signal thinking it's gonna be another cat in the batters box thinking you got the rock I switch players i'm passing you/ your just ass no class no cash no clash your just a rapper i'm a writer get at cha watch cha shrink like a fat man in a sweat box/ punching in making ya next to kin lunch room in a benzi box rent cha lenses out right cha wrongs with not strong on call/ face you land on lakes awake Allen I balance on boards beam you hoards with infomercials capitalizing on your weakness/ you ain't seeking it your just leaking it watch me feature it defeat sucker emcees with styles unseen proceed feed cha food/ get it sewn and locked stocked by plots I rock in pads I never flock too seen it, saw it face the falsehoods in life and sell them truth/ based out cha mind, watch me recline taken back ripped through the rear-view, did cha check your peripheral/ lyrical skills only take you so far bared with banes insane claimed chained now lames wanna get they game up/ still the same just a didn't precept, react trip over stones close in on the 9th inning you still ain't winning just pretending/ end cha never just a never ending story glory spare me the details eat cha up without being humble, now you just hearing rumbles/ shook from the stomps, steps watching me step through flows wit the Godzilla on spit fury bury those beneath beats when I'm serving heat like hell's kitchen/ so if you still batting i'm still pitching sending flamethrowers cold as a solider that strikes venomous as a cobra strike/ told cha mind is lost mines been gone since I was tuned in asking me why I be psychosomatic after grammatical I come correctional with intellectual/ Interlude: we need you to clean up this mess.... JTS: I'll edit your options at your door knockin' open up or i'm chopping shock you marksmen with shots sent through the bopgun wet em up then hang em to dry like clothes hung casket closed son he was so young and lonesome iv'e loaned sums and became a loanshark you either pay up or lay in the dark spots in unknown parts food for scavengers i'm balanced a balancer dropping all challengers pick a day ya'll prick are prey marked on calenders cleared to observe shored with islanders bringing ruckus like a hockey team those who passed live on in dreams so when i die god done already reserved my spot the president of all residents for that i'll take a shot
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WHOA section BWWWOOOYYY
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Money is the motive death is the penalty
buck dese niggas like the rapper in tennesy or put em on lean with the percs and the hennesy im a wild card save the game wit scarred memories all these rappers industry puppets you know cousin skeeter put my sausage in ya girl like a pizzaria Killbot these lines made me crack up man real witty!
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dope ish from all but this caught my eye
shook from the stomps, steps watching me step through flows wit the Godzilla on spit fury bury those beneath beats when I'm serving heat like hell's kitchen/ so if you still batting i'm still pitching sending flamethrowers cold as a solider that strikes venomous as a cobra strike/ told cha mind is lost mines been gone since I was tuned in asking me why I be psychosomatic after grammatical I come correctional with intellectual/
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this shit was hot was feelin killbot startin it off sheepish ur shyt has improved last tyme i read it it seem in my opinion, only room for elevation, JTS was also feelin' ya shyt ya know u ended tha collab and finished it off proper, overall dopeness from all 3 sorry i didn't really break down each line, but still read tha whole thing. stay up u 3 keep blessin!
fav. killbot Listen last name up first name smack a nigga so then the only time i applaud is when i clap a nigga nd the only time i shine is when i yap a nigga give out too much credit ya hustle backwards nigga fav. sheepish line spit fury bury those beneath beats when I'm serving heat like hell's kitchen/ so if you still batting i'm still pitching sending flamethrowers cold as a solider that strikes venomous as a cobra strike fav. j.t.s line casket closed son he was so young and lonesome iv'e loaned sums and became a loanshark you either pay up or lay in the dark spots in unknown parts food for scavengers i'm balanced a balancer dropping all challengers pick a day ya'll prick are prey marked on calenders
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peace young fittin' to pm you in a minute bro!
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damn, yall definitely put the hurt down with this one haha
nice drop S9!!1 |
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Great concept.
Killbot is just nasty... "give out too much credit ya hustle backwards nigga yea nd if they see u slippin its routine to steal in love wit my burna put u head over heels these niggas talk to much make dem niggas bleed choppa got game too it'll sweep u off ur feet my benz a remix its got so many features the only time u got white on u is easter" Sheep this was sick... "shook from the stomps, steps watching me step through flows wit the Godzilla on spit fury bury those beneath beats when I'm serving heat like hell's kitchen/ so if you still batting i'm still pitching sending flamethrowers cold as a solider that strikes venomous as a cobra strike/ told cha mind is lost mines been gone since I was tuned in asking me why I be psychosomatic after grammatical I come correctional with intellectual" J.T.S. killed the ending... "i'm balanced a balancer dropping all challengers pick a day ya'll prick are prey marked on calenders cleared to observe shored with islanders bringing ruckus like a hockey team those who passed live on in dreams so when i die god done already reserved my spot the president of all residents for that i'll take a shot"
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