BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Red Mic (unfinished)
- I don't need any gasoline to set the mic aflame
- I'm not jesus but it seems that I have hydroplaned
- I've just skeeted up in your mic and froze your ice cold veins
- Y'all got so many dicks in your mouth they melt like microwaves
- Shots blast in your face like they're just popped off tec nines
- I don't gotta touch base for your bod to be red wine
- It's a tense time for y'all to pen rhymes
- I always get twice the yolk in my egg whites
- These French Fries breath's dry and they should get Stride
- or five, then try to kill a cat with ten lives
- Church bell rings, time to repent lies
- Can't screw me, I only get fucked for a sex drive
- Next lesson, the best test is the one where you get tested
- The one that grates on your mind till you've been shredded
- Get the cheddar and the dough and get out of the hectic
- If not, you got no leverage, headed to death is where you're destined
- Uhh, You better have some damn lightning in your veins
- Cause you're gonna be running fighting for your fame
- The grip on the papers will be tightening in your brain
- Cause in the real world, no gifts are right in the cellophane
- It's dependent on the cash that you have to make
- In order to get your bad bitches instead of masturbate
- Just make sure your dick is covered, have it lacerate
- Cause if you're pure, you both might have an aftertaste
- I hit half your flock of birds with my one stone
- And knock the shit out of others, No V's to uphold
- It was lost in translation, I made your species unknown
- Your chances are headed south so you best come home
- I'll send your ass into eternal damnation
- When I'm on the mic they call it verbal castration
- I'm flying over while y'all faggots turn to land racing
- Y'all trapped in a box while I create imagination
- I'm an avid word bender, I'm just my own Avatar
- Earth wind and fire, but I got rhymes in my Abbatoir
- Y'all boys ride on dicks cause you can't handle bars
- Y'all fishes snicker, but eaten like candy bars or caviar
- Y'all are past salty, now you're sandy cheeks
- all these motherfuckers act like you have these streets
- When a listen on SC is what you demand these peeps
- While I'm on cloud nine and you boys are at my feet
- The dastardly mic attacker dressed non raggedy
- While my slice tactic are put together tactfully
- Fuck the earth my mic isn't pulled down by gravity
- It floats above y'all while I use it masterfully
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