Pump

Are you ready for a brother
 With a mouth full of hand grenades?
 Watch a brothers tongue serenade
 With the grace of a razor blade over butter
 In the middle of a heat wave, peep ways
 Got a baby in every part of the city
 'Cause I'm street made
 Did you really want to clash with me?
 I'ma paint a picture sad to see
 Like a brother from a rope in an apple tree
 Did you really believe these ability's couldn't achieve
 Filling my pockets with the cheese and the broccoli?
 Watch you trippin' on some of that shit
 That be killing off the ozone mention my clique
 Now she don't want to put her clothes on
 You better recognize who to idolize over tracks
 Or catch a match to the batch
 Of the kerosene for the pay back
 'Cause the S.W. never play that
 I eliminate them till the moon fade black
 Never sentimental on an instrumental
 When it's complemental to the mental psycho
 Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
 From the max to the minimal
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 Terminal condition when the mic is in position
 To slit them from the solar plexus to the neck up
 Giving them a hemorrhage with the double concussion
 Propelling through my nemesis multiple combination
 In 3D images split a wig when a fool trip
 Never mind what your sipping on, what you trippin' on?
 Is it tricks or the rims on the Brougham
 Or the way my city get it gritty in your time zone?
 Monologue get mind blown, keep you ducking
 In the bushes when the infrared roam
 Turn up the volume and watch a poetical prophecy properly
 Rock the philosophy made for the rap game
 I paid dues, slayed crews for the rap game
 Drop flows and got chose for the rap game
 I'm suicidal off the cliff ready to dive
 What, what, what, come on
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 Psycho, alphabetical, street ministry
 Was it the night we dragged your hommie through the night club
 Made him fold up when he loc'd up
 Droppin' heat seekers to his dome
 Like a hot comb to his dome when he spoke up
 All adversaries look away when the A to the K O M A C K
 Get to rippin' through the cable with the wrath of a bullet
 Bet your corner catch a ricochet
 Propelling parallel with the light speed laid back
 Like a knock kneed, eye to eye with the enemy
 While the telepathy proceed to achieve
 Blowing enemies to a realm in a calm breeze
 I shall rip it till my lungs cease
 Proceed spittin' game in the city streets
 And continue rippin' heads off of robeast
 Sincerely yours lack mack with the khakis creased
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 Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
 Damn if I ain't superb with it
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 Bring it on, heat it up, let me see how you serve
 'Damn if I ain't superb with it
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