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What The Blood Clot

All I hear is gun shots

Can I touch something?

What the blood claat!

Niggaz want tical make it happen

You know my fuckin' style fuck the rappin'

We can take it back to eighty five if you want to start actin' like you live

It's all good, I'm rollin' with my clique

Owls Packwoods & Phillies smokin' sess blunts mixed with illy

Got me bustin' now the whole world looks dusted

I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted

For real, nigga, touch it & you burn, when will motherfuckers learn

What be spreadin' like a germ? Ha ha, it's Meth, word

I be that early bird that got the worm & if you check it

I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message

It be no question & them bust the second guessin's

Keep your thoughts on your lessons

What the blood claat!

To tell the truth, you don't amaze me Killa Hill project

A Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me what

Check the Raderuckus fuck this

Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin' for the duchess

Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my piece

If I don't do it for mydelf, I'm a do it for Kase

'Cause that's my peoples, I'm giving you injections that be Lethal

Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin'

Then I get evil. But don't let that negative vibe right there

Mislead you, I'm humble, a fucking Killer Bee

Far from bumble, I sting you BZT and I bring you

Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch

Why I deal with? I think the mic is on the fritz

Faggot soundmen! They be sabotagin' shit

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Methical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name

What the blood claat!

Songwriters

CLIFFORD SMITH, ROBERT F. DIGGSPublished by

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