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Crooked I( Dominick Wickliffe )
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Drum Murder
JULIUS LUCIANO：Chea Chea Chea Chea, Give us something we can murder. yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh, come on, uh, yeah
DEMETRIUS CAPONE：Let the life lesson begin/ recite reverend write better within/ be a muthafucka just like ???/ live by the sin commandments standin' at ten/ life's better, when you invite predators in/ you should purposely misinterpret the second amendment and buy a vest, cause i don't mean biceps when i mention I'm bearing arms, (damn) it's 9/11 again/ that means I'm flyer than death fly terrorists then/ sexin' ya ex and her bisexual twin/ hittin' it from the back, while I'm texting her friend/ I spit this shit live, I exit the pen/ I'm A landmine niggas die steppin' to him/ come through with the drama/ I don't mean a menage a trois when I say fuck you and ya momma/ I'ma deadbeat dad I son bastards/ ever rhyme in my head is a un-wrapped fist!
JULIUS LUCIANO：I'm a writer, with Mark Twain's acclaim/ start ravin' angry I bite cha, with sharp fangs'll drain ya veins/ I'm flyer, the art angel came/ to save the dark ages like arcades the game we changed/ the U-Gang start murderin' drums, the four of us connect to the beat like heart chambers mane/ I got shooting guards game I aim/ this king, flash heat I'm Lebron James & Wade/ listen now you can call it boastin'/ but I'm a superstar, got you in awe you and all ya folks look close I'm exutin' all this dopeness/ when I flow I'm removin' all emotions/ but anger, I can't explain, Newton's Law of Motion/ but when the tool gets drawn you'll be all the most to pause/ I don't like you rappers' snob attitude/ I knock you out the high class like you dropped out of school!
KENNY SIEGEL：Y'all aint got bars like service-less phones, yeah you think you can buss/ no lie, I got more lines than singular does/ don't get it twisted like phone cords tangle it up/ I'm off the hook nigga and I'm far from hangin' it up/ they shake like cellys on vibrate when shits ringin' cause I'll hit you from long distance when banging a snub/ don't question my excellence/ me wrecking it is definite/ ya life will stop when death ends it/ by the 38 specialist/ death to whoever think they wreckin' it better/ I'm hot as being left in the desert/ while dressed in some leather/ but cold enough to change the temp I can mess with the weather/ have you questionin' whether/ my jab may be messin' with weather's/ my pen bleed black poison on ink pads/ the shit I'm on is dope I need rehab/ no bullet can match how fast I throw each jab/ I'll hang you by ya ankles and use ya face as my speed bag!
ANDREW 'DICE' DINERO：My niggas listen to this verse and see why I'm on some rockin' shit/ I won't stop grindin' till my bills on some Cosby shit/ I wish you would try to rob me for my rocky wrist/ i swing on niggas over ice on some hockey shit/ I come out to play when the days finished/ see the gage in the vage mentioned of a crazed menace/ you rainin' missed shots raced through the rain drippin'/ I move you into a ditch you become a grave tenant/ my medallion is dressed and ???/ hangin' and danglin' from the rocks surroundin' my neck/ I'm a beast on my King Kong shit poundin' my chest/ constantly bussin' just cause I love the sound of a tech/ listen, got a problem come try me come test if you wan its whatever/ point cha barretta my knife is still under ya sweater/ you think you sick we, will put you six feet where the wind don't blow now you really under the weather!
CROOKED I: Now you really under the weather/ you should've brung an umbrella/ what's the meaning of hand-gun, hand a gun to a fella/ I'm hiemlick the trigga you die chokin'/ my gun got a hole in its lung it won't stop smokin'/ ya son got a hole in his lung it was shot open/ bloody red bum when we come get cha block its the block slogan/ get cha spot broke-in/ get cha pockets ripped off, nigga's gwap stolen/ before cops strollin'/ I dip off nigga I go in/ matcho men/ watch yo chin/ oxygen/ is leavin' ya body collapsin' ya through/ gats finn a spew/ caps into dudes/ cats introduced/ to hell I relax in ya room/ chill up under ya bed before I pump led through the mattress in you/ yeah I'm peelin' niggas for feelin' they want war/ high off every pill in the drug store/ willin' to kick in ya front door/ now I'm stickin' my dick in ya young whore/ while she screamin' and kicking I want more/ I'm sick, the reason is unknown/ what's wrong/ with loading up my gun when a love song/ com! es on/ and shit, this is what separates us from a bunch of regular rappers gettin' back to the front runners, C.O.B.'s my religion I'm not atheist/ iced out nazelliest/ god son, in the COB I'm a patriot/ just like Tom Brady is/ keep a giant colt, stay on my Eli & Peyton biz/ colt 45, now who wanna joke/ I'll give a nigga a hundred punches and cut his throat/ ya favorite rapper's a bitch I say it un-provoked/ I'll shoot a star like the rifle came with a hunter scope/ if you don't know who we are then you don't wanna know/ ya pistol is pointed at me but you don't want it though!
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