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Black Jesus
(专辑: Ironman - 1996)
[Raekwon:] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I
don't wanna here nutting Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its 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, marinating nigga's skating debating waiting style flowinly relating 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 analyzing 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
parking lot son Bark a
lot and get seen hit in that dark a
lot what now blow, clicking like a
calico gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, hit me for these Tommy Hill, Ice rockin niggas Peace, the
summers 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 Its like the
pennant, Seminars the
Play-off Start the J
off like Cochran got OJ 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 Throwing can-can, eat that plus this instrumental Awwww 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
building, burn a
branch and get filled in Like Pilgrims G-ing Pepridge farms from out a
million who wanna rhyme? who wanna challenge the
swordsman? that rock that fisherman hat like Gorden's [U-God:] I
hose down the
place No shots to the
face Elite Special force no religion style faith The
melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I
scramble handle hot pots of oil Man handle brain killing 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 rolling rhythm ride the
horse one hand Golden Eye, Spy vs. Spy, guilty of suspicion Chess boxer, mic in dead body position 40 oz. Ciga-art, three verse invented divine universal black man representing 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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