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[Spawn] When you die what you own on Earth won`t be coming with you So all that fat shit you`ve got, I ain`t trippin that ain`t an issue If you`ve got vibes, on a cool level we can talk but if you live lies Through material-fertilized eyes and fantasize then walk I use my vocals like chalk to sketch the picture you can see it See unfold what I thought in my mind when I free it Did the swallow get caught? Yo does your throat feel tight? Do you see what can happen when Atmosphere grabs the mic? Just a word for you its funny and I think you caught its fever All that shit you watch on tv has made you a believer You don`t have to like me bitch, cuz I don`t really like you either I don`t care if you`re rich, I had your girl, and I`m a leave her Word I`m eager, to disrespect the petty thoughts of many reps As I take steps and climb and leave footprints on your mind I`ve designed my own lifestyle words and vowels instead of "rifals" And hang out with rhymepals who tower like the "Eiffel"
[talking for eight bars] Chorus[all]: A lot of things change and somethings don`t A lot of people fall off and some say they won`t That`s right (That`s right) x2 Cuz we`ll fuck up your life like a crack pipe
[Extreme] It`s the TC`s original b-boy Extreme So when a nigga calls next you better pick your team I hit the seam like doublestitch, twitch and get bent A Rhymesayer nothing less than one hundred percent You cats are far from inventive, cool and calm I destruct an angled emcee before the touch of dawn My wand be makin niggaz go "poof" with smoke Nothing left but adidas, X ain`t no joke I`m not out to get the quote of the month Fuck a stunt I`d rather grab the microphone and give you what you want Opposite of a flaunt cuz my shits bang hard Yeah you bust but I`m black jack you pulled the wrong card There may be one too many I give you plenty like excessive If you`re wack and grab the mic you end up in a state of depressive- -Ness yes, couldn`t pass the test with a calculator Rhymes like piranha, beat designed by the ANTinator Hater never, I just wait till you`re tired And then I give your ass a ticket cuz that last shit`s expired Better yet tired, cuz your position`s been terminated Wack niggaz bug me like pests and get exterminated
[Chorus]
[Slug] (Yo Yo Yo) Wanted to see if it was alive, started poking it (All:Pokin it!) How could it survive when you`re chokin it? (All:Chokin it!) When I can get a firm grip, I`m holdin it (All: Holdin it!) And when I`m broke, I wear my girls deodorant [laughs] Wait, did I say my girl, I meant my pimp Cuz she`s the one with the money, and she walks with a limp And honey, if you wanna purr you gotta register with her Cuz she gets ninety five percent before any events occur Sir, your self-imploding ego is adorable Word, but your immature stee-lo is ignorable I don`t know, maybe I`m just getting too old to flow How much more must I invent before you seek retirement? Repent and tell God that you feel shitty bout your actions Bent in the back and I can only blame my passions Well rounded relapses kept me at a fraction When the wind died I found myself spread across the Tascam How much thought did you put into that verse you brought? What made you think I wasn`t gonna mock? Put a fucking tube sock In that hole because I think it started to leak Take two dicks and call me in a week
[Chorus] - 2X
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