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I'm bout ta really go in on this shit Can't fuck with it man Ah ah ey yo ey yo Do it to do it do it to it do it to it rude Sound nice [??] ta positioning Put the razor to your back like a cigarillo Ya inside slide out like jello I ride out on my yellow GXX-R, Black gloves a-star Next star, hot bars, Keep burning like Tar I've gone far before they know who you are Remove the teeth from the charred skull Awful I'm at my lab with a cigar full I Read about you in the article The Oracle, Centurion You sweet like Omarion Shove a nigga in the octagon With a rap juggernaut gone n never heard from Simonroofless.com, See how I did it? log on You're no threat Chop you up like Thor in Gauntlet Handle beef like a matador I'm not countin these bars I'm coming off like bras in the strip club Dib Dub Alchemist with the big nugget of gold Made from nothin I had a group called No Frontin SongtexteMy freezer stocked from huntin season Survival is the reason Weapon of choice is the crossbow Can't eat bullet riddled meat Re-useable ammo keep the cost low Rambo it's the honkeys and the Sambos We bleedin hip hop Do the dammo Dope D.O.D. Goldminerz I'm really just a shadow full moon when I wrote this Magical raps hocus pocus, Spirit, on my offspring I focus Shaman, draw power from the Earth Goin 'gainst me is hopeless I be the soul docta The antidote for the cold rockers Niggas got a hole in the soul I filled it for ya proper My smoke shock ya It's like coke for the dope hoppas Anyone comin after me is a just a flowmopper Cuz you'll be pickin up the lil bits n pieces Nigga speachless trying to reach my level of telekenesis Jesus The reason is I'm hedonist and stick like fleas n ticks Believin it I turn into a best when the seaons switch Leaves fallin' from trees We blowin' up like Lebanese Peeps in facilities with suicidal tendencies Ya'' niggas killin me cuz I never seen a whack display like that Like Damon, Matt I'm Breaking Bad and I've got rhymes for days like that Lay em Flat with ancient techniques like a ragin' asian cat Just face the facts I ate the track like it was laced with bacon fat I'm the one who disagree I'll break that back Take that spinal chord of yours And feel ya brain crack I never take that crap Yeah I'm pissed But I could bust some laid back raps But there ain't no fuckin hate in that I wanna bust shit make you break ya face and rape that slag My pure moment of satisfaction Callin up my nigga Roofless say it's time for some action Packin ACR's with clips more than a hundred Yeah I got dreams of owning a motherufcking gunship And all my dreams they will come true I'm fucking up your crew with Sun Tzu like Kung Fu So what you gon' do So what you gon' do Nigga So what you gon' do Like Redman I'm a hero for the weirdos You talking that rough shit you know we're right here though It's crystal clear since a long time ago Ya not pulling strings now it's lookin like a puppet show It's time to let go you're just a John Doe Get hit by the arrows from my bow You will know it's the Dope and the Gold You get put on hold as the story unfolds No it never gets old how we kill them for they grow Now watch and behold as they all die slow Time to go to bed get smothered with a pillow Ya fam be weepin like the willows And future plans out the window Yeah you all fuckin zeros see me in Cairo Yes I'll leave ya mind blown Top of the pyramid ya dethroned The Prototype will never be cloned I'l just stay in my comfort zone It's the gold bearer, Mr. Go Getter, Mr jump on the horse out to get ya But ya suicide rappers let me slit ya Listen Up, I bang betta when niggas click up Wake up, hung at the docket Needle in ya socket, Rukus flow toxic My optics, eat niggas up wit chopsticks I'm cold like the arctic you fuck wit these gnostics I'm brolic fuck with the Rukus We on some King Tut shit Bet they won't touch this You fuck shits I get deeper by the daily Fuck what's on ya tele Propaganda from the belly Beast, fuck bitches and they yeast I skeet Rukus roam the East Then Migrate to the south to the brotha house I send em off, Popo wanna know where they whereabouts I'm comin out, I need a major label See I'm tired of fucking with these bitty rappers in the sinkhole Ya bury these fuckers in the trenches, you no longer make sense Battle in the pretense fireshot ha, yo, call em calico, battle flow Fraud ass MCs expose ya gotta go You wretched souls left in the flesh N now I'm back to put these bitch ass niggas to they rest My whole life long I've been writing Fight songs I'ma prove the Mayan's wrong N that you lie in ya songs This the titan called Spon Bring the lightning n the Storm Acid rain splash ya face Tidal waves hit ya shore Led prehistoric wars before the age of iron & dead opposition composition something violent Goldminerz keep MCs silent Blow cyphers open smokin get a fire hydrant When these b-boys rhym'n En-Joy the ride I build n destroy noise Yo The voids timeless See death come to life when the boy writes it Like Edgar Allen I sever patterns Control the weather with madness N as you can see it's getting a bit drastic Basking in the Gun Shine State duckin' caskets Metal packin' those bulletproof classics to keep from catchin a slug Wires n-Bugs Wires n-Bugs hired ta bust back at gods But the price of Gold's only goin up Souls so corrupt governments goin for blood We Ghost Town visitors makin shows erupt Fuck holdin a grudge I'm blowin shit up "Booooom" Hiroshima on tracks keep heater in grasp See people won't last cuz we evil n brash Teach'n believers with speakers on blast Deceiving world leaders misleading the mass Say my name 9 times in the mirror And I'll crawl through the ceiling, pierce ya skull with a scorpion stinger I kill a drifter and drink the alcohol from his liver I'm a sinner like Wiley, watch me insert the I.V Whoopin ass like a Pikey Most of them rappers is bitches, they attracted to things that is shiny It goes eeny, meeny, miny, moe I catch em by the toe tag em and wrap em in aluminum foil Watch me, burn the throne, as I turn to stone Ninja Scroll, I make em curl into a ball All in All, I'm just another brick in the wall Seed of Chucky with my soul forever stuck in a doll Watch us roll... we slippin' past Border Control In a bucket of bolts with a trunk full of gold Got the Minerz beside us Clash of the Titans Dare ta test and you'll feel the wrath of my trident Jack in the shining, axe thru ya front door Peace to the real, tell the rest I want war Dr. Lecter quick to feed you ta the wild boars Ghost Town outlaw bloods what I'm out for Aus Songtexte Mania