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Spit

[Chorus] X2

When I spit the room temperature change

I am what many consider to spit of a flame

When I spit the room temperature change

What niggas done did to the game, the shit is a shame[Verse 1]

On your mark, get set, go, the rest flow was just SOSO

So when I'm the best? I guess so

I rhyme like my ribs and my stomach touching

I gang pound on these clowns like a hundred something

But hold the prophecy, but peak, the mold of my philosophy, D

Contemplate crime playing for keep

Elevating, reconstruct, got rhymes that erupt

From my brain, and then they drain right into a cup

From which I drink, then I think deeper, in them sink

From the dark hall of my skull, and then at your ink

That's a old school metaphorical phrase

I should shower and shave, but it's time to get paid

Get out of the way, I'm like a bat out of hell

How I'm wetting the hoes

You would swear a nigga just got out of jail

I'm a MC, slash stick up kid

Ask Pusha of all the shit I did

I ain't playing with them[Chorus] X2[Verse 2]

We can discuss, discuss, plus lush, and what it does to us

I don't bust because I must, I bust because I love the rush

Plus checks, that I collect, bust TECs at suspects

Marks men and linen, we don't come off as rough necks

Sixty six and six, six, six, shit

The flow is fluently flowing like liquid

Even Jamaicans be saying my shit wicked

Y'all should believe me, I shouldn't have to kick shit

But look, you still lying in your raps

Always act like you're dying for some action

But we really know you not though, you not no

Vato, loco, you a twat bro, for sure

I'ma get rich or die trying like 50

Even if I got to do something that's quite risky

Pass me the Hen' bitch, I don't like whiskey

My guns snap, crackle, and pop, like Rice Krispies[Chorus] X2[Verse 3]

I flex for your entire set

Rhyming in different dialects, fire TECs

Aim where your knee and your thigh connects

I, contracting like isometric hexicides, let's collide

Last nigga to try melecularide

Beside, I can see in your eyes you petrified

I'ma let you slide, without a lyrical hex apply

Next to Sai, niggas for sure, like a midget on a ball court

Come with that wack rap the store bought[Chorus] X2

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