Rang

(álbum: Written Thursday - 2011)

[Kom Plex:]
Howdy'di 'yall, reporting live from the hospital
I'm so ill, run rappers over, road kill
No ice, no grills, no frill
Mo' nice, mo' skills, mo' real
When you steady every, oh
So heavy every, oh
Turn it up a notch, turn it up a lot
I'm burning up your blocks like a pot full of legos
Drop it like it's fwaygo in a hasta luego
Pasta and prego, pasta alfredo
When the cockpit of a rocket
With a pocket full of pesos
Blaze shows make the crowd say, oh
With me and Mr. Bego in a winner bake though
I knew y'all giant, I take no midgets
Starboard hard like an immigrant to get it
I am, my biggest fan and critic
Goddamn if I ain't the shittic, bitchess..

[E-dubble:]
Unscripted skip past the read-through
The foe's water I breeze through on sea-doos
I see food I eat food I need to
Tough to keep my weight up
Running circles 'round these weak dudes
Transparent, the rest are all see-through
We complex we vex when we don't mean to
I'm in the fucking house you got to lean to
And if you follow me I'll give you real shit to tweet to
You bring the drama like landing, diving
But I'm trying to keep it cool, I'm in my sandals, Pali'in
No hollering, I'm talking to grown ups
Sip and cacking the phalanges, the hands get thrown up
I'm like a singer man, I got this sewn up
Like a cop'per with his pants eating too much donuts
You got cake, that's great but so what
I'd still be hungry still unless you pack some peanuts, like

[Chorus:]
Bang, Bang, we don't even aim
I don't see a gun but I see a blue flame
Hotter than the city, go ahead and make it rain
Better cough it up cause I'm a make this bell rang

[Kom Plex and E-dubble:]
And look who's Max's Mr.Two-steps
That was last summer, back with a new step
I shine, cause I grind while you slept
Just to keep on moving, cause that's what I do
Go hard I strong arm like Bo-Guard
No for all those fick's are just blowhards
All bark, no bite, they got no jaws
I rich strife, the mic' you pay homage
Raised in my spaceship
295 on the parkway
Broke down, now I move crowds like The Marchay
Flows so butter, can't believe it's not Parkay
I get space, I get played like a card game
Eh, spew's sicker than the BP-Spill
No bifocals needed just to see we ill
Wrap it up, doggybag, let me see that bill
Black Paisly, 2010, I don't need that deal
Cause I

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