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| Vintage | Dec 2 2006, 01:49 PM |
Angel
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The duribility and militent representation, of an Avtomat Kalashnikova// It was the first true assault rifle, i'm the first true MC born 18th of October// Through november, december, powder released from bar cartridges embers// Local like Partridge, make sure you remember, this originality forever// Ever for the cause, lyricism is my sauner, words released from my pores// To a round of applause, the inferior scoop up the remains off the floor// Hoping to capture my supirior status displayed like hunting a wild boar// I laugh and then roar and impale these whores within my right of the law// I stand tall, I hold the authority over every crabby nut hanger criminal// Firing disses and subliminals, eat 'em up regardless if they're inedible// Fuck with me, i got a pack of wild animals waitin' and i still ain't fed 'em all// Fork tounged, unload a pack like Rizla's, roll, smoke 'em and shed 'em all// Lookin' to the bottle i find my influence within the blue Bombay Sapphire// Heads twistin' back in my direction at the intellect like 'Yo hombre thats fire!'// I laugh that i inspire, when i dropped out of school at 14, or rather i 'retired'// I find myself being asked for tips, advice, it comes as a suprise, i'm admired..// 
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| 16 bars (edited) · The Notepad | |
7:11 AM Nov 27
