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Posse Cut feat. Charles Schwab & Jamii Bass
Cynic The Apache:
Fresh grapes gettin jammed beneath my cold feet Angelina Jolie wanna handle my cannoli And my family always told me get it in with a famous broad Stay with your squad and don't even think of hatin on mine Savin my time for sprayin these rhymes with the eloquence Of pelicans diving for a fresh catch Make an okeydoke nod his head until his neck snap My best tracks comin from the lockbox, you not hot I make em stop drop n roll, I'm not opposed to knockin foes down like dominoes Stop your flow it's trash for amateurs I'm a connasseur, sippin liquor til I vomit on your floor Bringin large force to the session, abort with the weapons I mean it was cool when it was torture with Method So what happened? Guess they forgot where it came from It's all about bass son, not spittin that great funk So let me be the one who really writes the message They admire autotune instead of dudes in cypher sessions That's the type of lesson to take the monkey off my fuckin back I'm shaking up the game like a rumble pack Pussy
Charles Schwab:
Bougie bitch threw me designer condoms, Prada on my third leg High fashion smashin, never felt this classy in action She even kept her pinky up when she started duck sickin She loved my song, we played it loud and thats before we bumped *Buhkaccckkk* Gotta love it Love bragging about the music my crew's making with no budget Just some bogies and some dutches and some 40s and my musket My pen explodes loads of gold fool This my career weapon, yeah my Pro Tool I'm old school, satisfied by hard bars Not this new fuckshit where you stutter about your hot cars Mama bred a rap star, climbed out the womb holdin a mic Cyphers in the nursery thru the thick of the night I'm never gettin it right, a hard headed muthafucka Never went to high school, I went to school high Cool guy Homies with the thugs, just in case a smart guy tried to exude his confidence, I had some homies that would bug
*I dont why i cant remember this line man, FUCKKK!*
I slam poetry and smack poets, at an open mic Then choke a dyke with my fuckin bare dick Then do tricks up in the uterus, I aint new to this Been doing magic for a decade, watch me prove it, BITCH! When you were playing Mortal Kombat about to finish him I was watching girls look for their panties after finishing Run game, scrimmaging All along the east coast, Parlay in boston, that where i got my first deep throat Homegirls ask me, why you rap so nasty?? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You gave me the material, to you, I owe this grammy Peace to my lady friends, peace to my lovers If it wasnt for the hot sex, i'd still be undiscovered
Jamii Bass:
Yeah they say the mission is impossible Murder Tom Cruise just to show you folks what I could do Came from out of the hospital from bein the sickest I use my tongue to make her come, time to show her what my cockatoo Talkin bout hip-hop, the only bitch I love She so corrupted tho, she'll cut your throat Pussy good but fuck it though Never lose the feeling even when I'm on a buncha coke Life's a bitch she's such a joke, but give me head and suck it slow Always feelin comfortable, even I'm awkward That's why I fly with Faux Pas, you see me in the cockpit Til I'm in a coffin, love actin retarded Ain't bout the money, but I could say I'm happy you bought it Classic! Comin from the team that knows the rules Drastic, Jamii be the one to blow the fuse See I'm 27, still feelin like 19 doe They say I bring the wave remind you of El Niño
Rapswell:
Yo I sip the lager then I hit the bottle over heads of men That try to spit bravado, talkin shit at my recital Yo I'm gettin homicidal over drum tracks Verbal gun claps is what happens, around rappers I run laps I'm an original son, you can't copy cat The animated style Hayao Miyazaki raps Howl's Moving Castle, run up on you wearin hockey masks The Bash Bros, we smash yo, it ain't no stoppin that Ta ra ra boom dee yay And all you sleepy muhfuckas are soon to pay Cuz even if you don't see me, know that I'm still a threat Out of sight, yet I be killin it with my silhouette Willin to be tyou're a punk kid Now I woke ya little silly ass up son, who'd a thunk it? Brought the funk talkin mad jive But at the end of the day, just be glad that you're alive
Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap and tell me CYNIC ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap and tell me SCHWAB ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap and tell me JAMII ain't all that
Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap and tell me SWELL ain't all that WHAT
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