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• Written by ribs
Covered in some blisters, spitting til my lips hurt/
I'm a keeper of my brothers, but you're acting like a sister
You pissed off the wrong one, cuz im fucking on one
I've got an attitude like a rapper from Compton
A dangerous thriller, I'm Michael Jackson's killer
Filler for the meantime, bumpin til your grill hurts
Take a low dosage, throw it in the ocean
You gotta set your mind free, there aint no magic potion
I'm telling you i've got...loads of explosions
My flow is the dopest, no one comes close to it
Shout out to the old thugs, the ones who never sold up
Throwed up their fingers then got a blunt to roll up
They started on the streets young, got some good beats spun
I'm talkin bout the East ones, making hundred G sums
The legends who passed on, can last long in rap songs
Even though they're past gone, they still deliver passion
Bumpin to Notorious, listen to him roar at us
Daring on the public like you playin with the Warriors
Oshea and Andrea both paved the long way
Both came upon fame, no shame in wrong names
You gotta keep ya head up..Tupac said/
There's a huge spot left now that Tupac's dead
Who am i to fill it, I might as well spill it/
I'm an oil rig for BP, burning like a skillet
Get your gloves back on, i never said you're that strong
Imma burn you in my fire like that Johnny Cash song
Your masquerade is see through, your schemin ways are obvious
You couldn't even copy us, nobody is stopping us
They're always gonna spit at you, no matter what they think of you
Sit back, relax, and enjoy this little Tribute
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ribs
Member since February 26 2015