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Banished (Beck Remix)

Villain got banished

Refused out the U.S., he ain't even Spanish

? sock with a hole

Told Mr. Mean Streets to delay ? a pot hole bro

Too gold though in the nick of time

To kick a sicker rhyme, do your face like tequila lime

No, not deported

Be a little minute before things get sorted

Known to get money, never got caught kid

Escape with a soft skid, short bid

Knock on wood, dope on plastic

Rocks so hood, hope on spastic

Put it on the ritz

Put your bullshit facial recognition on fritz

I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken

Pitch! Spit it like a bad piece of bacon

Take the bread

Even if you gotta lay down on the ground and fake dead

Grab that, way out the habitat

Where the rabbits is at far from the lab rats

Man's right to know

Contemplate that at these hands write to flow

It ain't done yet

He let ya know some of the results come sunset

'Til then pack ya bowls

Sack it to ya crack ho with black soul coal

Tomei diamond

Just so ya know it ain't some buffoon rhymin'

Hey, watch ya tonsils

End up in the hospital, not responsible

Bust that gizzard

Then start to think how it ain't worth the risk, is it?

Third degree black belt flow

Whip his monkey ass till the track felt slow

Melt snow, now that's gold

Blown and make fuss while that's cold

Stole'ded 'em, throws them dice

Cool it down, set to mo' flow with ice like

Liquid nitrogen ain't no wins

Macro, Micro thin, itch your skin

Villain strikes again

Equivalent a hundred thousand milligram Vicodin

Not for nothin'

Pure get kill swift more

Beer flip doin' a Janes on the third floor

Dirt poor

Like don't get your shirt tore boy

Crown of thorns, chain made of razorblades

Gallon of thorn homemade blades of suede

Bout to retire

Sit up somewhere in the sun and breath fire

That include tipsy getting

We get it in like a big fat gypsy wedding

No more thuggin'

And don't think you won't get slapped kid, you're buggin'

It's all love

Rhyme with more dough

Remind me of a fine wine time raw flow

It's like a worn-in suit

On a shoot, on a commute, torn boot

What a gnarly scene

Publicity stunt, get paid on some Charlie Sheen

Summer Santo barley bean ? party machine

Watch Doom's laser

Will graze ya more worse than an Occam's razor

Not to interrupt

But anybody else notice time's speeding up?

Make ya local police worry monthly

And won't be nowhere nears your country

Grown

And got no time for maps on the belly tooting out off the ? iPhone

Bitches do a knock-knee, slight jaw

Don't speak Afrikaans, cockney , or patois

Ahungalla last off the corner

Only thing he miss is blastin' off a warner

Super Villain, smooth sicko

Why oh why did I leave that booth? Click go

That's not up for debate

Be straighter than straight off a big gulp of V8

If she wasn't so bent

She know how the camel got his nose in a tent

Please, enough's enough

Don't get snuffed with the key to the cuffs

G's on your bluffs

Keys to the cuffsPlease, enough's enough!

Songwriters

DANIEL DUMILE THOMPSON, OMAR J GILYARDPublished by

Lyrics © NETTWERK MUSIC GROUP

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