Album : Ironman
Clean Lyric
Paragraph Lyric
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nuttin'
Word up, got to pay
Yeah, it's like that right
Blow his back out, make his shoes work

Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it, cat get blown, who own this street corner
Foreigner hesitate to rock a hummer
Navy seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style flowingly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous King I devine

Titanium hydro collado
Yo dunn dunn Polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzin' for one sword

Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Nuff shit to get your whole team, crazily sent
Now all I need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds
Then Max out like two ack's inside the parkin' lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a Calico
Gold Max million, one love keep it real yo

Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rockin' niggas
Peace, the summer's mine, I blow the biggest
Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the heini
Park the blue 600, Wally Kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock lugz, I'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
It's like the pennant, seminars the play-off
Start the J off like Cochran got O.J. off

The specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous
Leggo the eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Auh shit say, "Stark-aligist, starks-aligist
Fried fish halibut"

Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside loud and got on
I played the buildin', burn a branch and get filled in
Like pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?
That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's

I hose down the place, no shots to the face
Elite special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth

You're hit by my element great wall of China
Mountain peak hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 O.Z. ciga-art, three verse invented
Divine universal black man representin'

Similar the pure, rhyme blowin' out the pore
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow boxin' your barrel
Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me   I don't wanna here nuttin'   Word up, got to pay   Yeah, it's like that right   Blow his back out, make his shoes work      Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it rock   Whatever cock block it, cat get blown, who own this street corner   Foreigner hesitate to rock a hummer   Navy seal top runner, rhyme this summer   For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'   Debatin' waitin' style flowingly relatin'   Fine line switch it on ya like Venetian blinds   The mission is mine, fabulous King I devine      Titanium hydro collado   Yo dunn dunn Polly dis conjunction   Son what, slang doctor, Medicaid the kids pay it   Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related   Cassette rhymer, 5-G co-signer, line for liner   Poet designer, sharp like liners   Mic of the year award, fly gear award   Them niggas over there be analyzin' for one sword      Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent   Nuff shit to get your whole team, crazily sent   Now all I need is a half gallon of weed   Proceed, to bust as Mike Ditka made three seeds   Then Max out like two ack's inside the parkin' lot   Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot   What now blow, clickin' like a Calico   Gold Max million, one love keep it real yo      Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, ice rockin' niggas   Peace, the summer's mine, I blow the biggest   Back up off me, while I grab my dick and hold the heini   Park the blue 600, Wally Kings is right behind me   Tackle clubs, never rock lugz, I'm way above   This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug   It's like the pennant, seminars the play-off   Start the J off like Cochran got O.J. off      The specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace   Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous   Leggo the eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego   Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental   Auh shit say, "Stark-aligist, starks-aligist   Fried fish halibut"      Pull out the bull horn and celebrate like Kunta was born   We elbowed our way inside loud and got on   I played the buildin', burn a branch and get filled in   Like pilgrims G-in' pep ridge farms from out a million   Who wanna rhyme, who wanna challenge the swordsman?   That rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's      I hose down the place, no shots to the face   Elite special force no religion style faith   The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil   Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil   Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden   Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in   Vampire curse disperse on each verse   Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth      You're hit by my element great wall of China   Mountain peak hold the globe like vagina   Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand   Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand   Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion   Chess boxer, mic in dead body position   40 O.Z. ciga-art, three verse invented   Divine universal black man representin'      Similar the pure, rhyme blowin' out the pore   Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw   I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero   Renaissance rebel shadow boxin' your barrel   Fully woven Beethoven, hit you on a humble   Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles   Lock down, for this curfew
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