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Bottle rocket (feat. Evidence)

Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons

Feel the lyric tear gas even on clean versions

No profanic goddammit hard like granite to the utmost

I'm butter on rye, always high but play the low post

I stretch to go the distance yo my lungs are mad elastic

I'm dope on plastic like Flex, and always keep it, classic

Expressions in the facial, I'm on rachel from Caribbean rhythms

I hit 'em wit' a battered flow pattern then circle Saturn twice

I'm nice on ice The line slice your dome and separate rhymes from poems

My life, ain't tryin to see no Grammy or Oscar

Best believe the styles will rub off like pastas

On people, yo check Dilated, Evidence

The influential rock rhymes in sequential format

You see the doormat if you acting dis-accordingly

Something to the effect of Fat Boys in Disorderly'sI'll take you from He-Man to She-Ra

Battle Cat to Cringer

Medieval messenger, west coast avenger

Take you to the street, battle me that's a fuckin' sin

Go one round wit Madchild, you'll be suckin' wind

Snappin' handcuffs just from deep concentration

Then I broke out the bus, the mental hospital patient

On the weekend pass, but I still come sick

Psychopathic, you're dealin' with a deranged lunatic

Soon to kick ya teeth in and then go berserk

Even Van Gogh looked at me,

And said "You're one piece of work"

So I said "Lend me an ear" 'cause I'm the state of the art

First I'll feast on your brain and rip your body apart

There's a part of your heart stuck in between my fangs

Wrap a rope 'round your neck and you still couldn't hang

'cause you're way off track you need realignment

Murdering masterpieces in solitary confinementI keep your backside open like the English Channel

I rock the sure shot, I keep it hot like flannel

I'll survey your panel, put my foot up in your anal

You think it can't happen, kid 'cause I'm rappin'

Ain't no gun clappin', cut the jaw-jackin '

Let the joints get shot and see who wear this knot

Then kick off your shoes jump off my jock

And check the new style Whitey Ford's prone to rock

'cause once upon a time, not long ago

Before hip hop was made for the radio

An MC show had to cold rock the masses

Used to wear a Kangol wit the clear Gazel glasses

So bang bang boogey, up jump the party

Someone clapped off, and scattered everybody

Drunk off Bacardi, high off the trauma

It's death from above, the livest dive bomber

In the squadron

I break formation

I get New York love like my name's King Sun

I T La Rock Bells till they break the dawn

Steady puffin L's, I fight hell like Spawn

My moves are animated, my crew's reinstated

While you cats suspensions are up in my dimensions

We can ease tensions or we can get rowdy

So I'm a keep it on the love and do my duty like HowdieDirect your short term plan, rigidalize rhyme boards wit the hoards

I'm Satan dynasty killer reveal the cause wit the sling on down

Venom spit regurgitate death scripts I sound

Cylinder never python, Prevail Madchild

Physical justice can't rush this for now

Move faker the game time set back so don't sweat that

God don't test that, too much infinite to get at

Face the fields Swollen Members got the iller drills

And if you wit the rhyme steel

Bust the revealings in my feelings of these dealings

I went to represent shield

I build three phases of death,

The illusion is the sweat that you reflect

When you feel the veil Divine Styles circum navigate nine circles of hell

You keep on you don't stop 'cause a nigga never stay still

Whatta whattta whatta whatta whattta what I'm sayin is-is that

You-you ain't ready for that chill

Songwriters

ELLISTON, SHIRLEY/PARTON, IANPublished by

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