Untitled Freestyle
• Written by Jammizzle
cold, but lava flows in my veins and
POP, when you hear em burst, make me insane
fuckin up the front, got em niggas scared in the back
widda ak poppin out ma pants, then attack
lockin off all the points of escape
they be slippin on the floor when i makin earthquakes
make the earth shake with a slightin pushin with ma foot
got their eyes tight shut got em too scared to look
badabam, what a man, hes sick and with his hand
got em on the floor dragged to delivery vans
deliberately planned, got their spine in their skull
fuckin trickery man, that nigger ridin the hood
fillin ma bottles and got ma wallets flowin with green
rollin to the maximum, servin up to the team
But inside of my pocket are dollars and plus a dream
holla at me now, or forever hold your peace
I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease
i was meetin ends so when i got back, i had a feast
more clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast
i shone through the clouds, niggas backed off of me
like tiger on the tee, im meaner than a lion
got em stutterin stupid, but hold it im barely tryin
the ultimate assasinator is what im defining
comin correct and fuckin the tec, and causin a sightin
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Jammizzle
Member since November 9 2013