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Army Of Two Ft. Saint_James

  1. //Saint_James/
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  3. Yo Saint_James came to rip this with richman, 'Spitting sick shit, on the beat I inrich it.
  4. As I'm penning this sentence, I gain control of these bitchs.
  5. They throat an wrists slit, Then i just Throw them over in ditches
  6. Make sure there's no witness's, Aint we ain't leave no fingerprints.
  7. Y.G.M. An that's the squad, Me an R3LNTL3SS going hard
  8. these haters playing spades Cuz these days they don't show any heart.
  9. Been in battles got my scars, An that's why ima battle star.
  10. They character is fake as fuck, An that's why they just avatars.
  11. In the Ford an I'm fucking whipping, I'm the chef up in the fuckin kitchen,
  12. Put it in the skillet, Cuz I am the illest, An I'm killing a my compitetion.
  13. Leave the top of ya body missing, Drop it in a ditch a call that shit devision.
  14. That's what you get for not trying to listen. Motherfuckers know that my writtens, Are the sickest.
  15. Name on my hitlist an I'm crossing them off. Dome shots when I'm off of the top.
  16. I'm just Cockin my glock, an I'm Dropping them all.
  17. Name might be Saint james, But I'm obviously God.
  18. The all just fruads, Cuz they fake as hell, Whoop they ass in a battle, Make them take this L.
  19. Shit I'm spitting fire like I'm raised in hell. Saint James one the greats can't you tell
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  21. //RichMan/
  22. Every vocal is a deadly weapon
  23. Sharp blows, are hacking flesh
  24. Emcees leave the arena sick, from post traumatic stress
  25. stuck between the light and darkside, like a park god
  26. I set the bar high, it's only visible in god's eye
  27. Got a bad habit of smacking whack rappers up
  28. I'm like a porn cut short, I don't give half a fuck
  29. i'm a ghost inside a porcelain cell
  30. American under the morbid spell, and it's coorperate hell
  31. sick aim, with a mid range rifle
  32. All those pulp fiction blows, will get you ring range titles
  33. son, you worthless, barely scratching the surface
  34. and packing more stolen verses then a King James bible
  35. The barkitect, the part for death, when I arm the heat
  36. it's sparking, I'm taking out marks like a carpet steamer
  37. no backing out now, your pact is paid
  38. severe your arms and leave you, with a white flag to wave
  39. clynically crazed, never critically praised
  40. starving artist's, I ain't had a balanced dinner in days
  41. pennyless, pen in my own testament regardless
  42. as I walk along the reigns, slick, pressed up against the darkness
  43. so listen, crack, when I pen a track
  44. if you sniff the rail in the shit I rap
  45. you turn pale, and begin to snap
  46. Blood pressure risen passed the limits at, envisions of impending wrath, end him with a pistol blast
  47. Beware, I can kill em with a paragraph
  48. Every verse is like a dose of Sarin gas
  49. intact/In Tax/ In Fact
  50. the impact of my mental Synapsis convince cats to quit rap
  51. blades cut quick to catch a buck 50 wit tax
  52. you a minor threat, your final step is to admit that...
  53. me and saint james be the army of two
  54. mothafuckas give respect where its due
  55. or die

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