7 Sixes

Before we get outta here, I got this track I want y'all to wreck on

Gimme 6 lines...6 lines...that's all I need

Alright, ok

I write in the light of day and in the night for pay, nigga!

You my main motherfucker, right?

You duck and hide when Pep Love touch a mic

Out the back door

If you ain't got that dough

I'll click clack blow and kick down doors

I roll backwood trees with that emerald green

When I'm on the scene, chillin with my nigga Rolls gettin blown

Watchin ladies with them pretty eyes and straight teeth

Sittin' in my ride, playin make belief

Like that's my car!

That's my girl!

I'ma go up to my house in the hills after I burn one

I write rhymes for the fun of it

But give me all my money or your gonna be facin capital punishment

I'ma soldier of fortune

My style is extortion

And I'm gorging more than a portion

Take an excoursion, oceanography odyssey-D

Ballin' 3-D

You don't want to see me, not for one second!

Not for one bar on one record

You think you come hard, then come test it

I'll turn a threat into a confession

I'll turn a mic into a blunt weapon

Make you forget what you was once reppin'

See I'm a bass drum beater

Mad high hatter

Ensnare the snare with this here

Choke the life out 'it

Revive it and vitalize 'it

Prop it up proper so you guys'll idolize it

I'm not at all surprised that you're modelled after my shit

The masterminds is ahead of whatever the times is!

You niggaz saps...maple leaf

All your raps is make believe

I get an eighth and breathe like I'm Toni Braxton

Get up on the action...you gettin no reaction

Slowly stogie packin'

Lean back one foot up

Your style is put up

My turn to burn good up

You're boring...I'll suffocate you while you're snoring

'Kill 'em Softly' like Lauren

You spit and I'm pouring

My flow's adequately hydrated

And I waited to vibrate it

It's live ain't it!

Fuck with me, get stuck with cutlery

Luxury, I'm living luckily!

Music is my sanctuary (it's my life!)

They shootin blanks

My every round is a live one

Surviving the mind numbing propaganda

Eyes closed with blindfolds

Handcuffed and ambushed, struck by the lightning bolt (oh shit!)

I'm comin out your plasma screen like 'The Ring'

Make excellent cadavers of your fascist regime

Cause I grab the mic and niggaz couldn't understand

Why I'm fuckin' up your summer jam like the son of sam

And punishin'

Dressed in black with a skull on chest

And holdin' my nuts exposin my 5-star general

That's spittin flow...unpredictable

Ricochetin'

The shit gets bullseye

We hit 'em...ohh!

Velcome all vulnerable vocalists

Visualize vivid verb play in my vortex

Virtually, no verse'll be vinnin ova me...they vapor

My verbal voltage vanquishes

Parental advisory

Vamoose...I'll vick your vitality

Vindictive with voodoo

Valiantly save the virgin from the viper

Vanglorious vide vorld of volcanic violence

Your vessel gets violated over the velm

Veracious, vivacious

Veto your village voice

Void your vibration

Vultures got me vergin' on vomitin' they vishfullness

Get's met with visciousness

Every verb's visceral

This is no kiss under the mistletoe

A clip will cripple foes

Crucifix for (mental?) cliques

Triple 6...flipped...now it's 9

Now it's time for vertigo

Reverberate for your convertible

Yeah...yeah

Hard nose in the contest like Ron Artess

The con artist

Bombard 'em and start 'em in Vangar (?) shit

Get serious...grown from expeirence, and our shit

A lyricist to the tissue...bones and cartilage

My fare for the hair raising

Razor sharp with rare phrasing

Perfectly scripted like Scorcese's 'Raging Bull'

Lanky like Hiralanko (?)

Paid in full

I skipped grades in school

Exhume verb and further with no sherm (?) on the burner

Mostly Turkish hash on the purple grass in the sterling

Wave your checkered flags, I'm world class in the derby

Paragraphs off the flow chart topsy-turvy

Yeah...every day A respresent

With a weed habit affecting the trade defecit

They ain't never met...nobody like me

Til they comin' in from work...see me holdin they wifey

In the 80's, I was spoken ice

Not from diamonds, but rhymin' and flowin precise

Type of nigga that get ya scolded politely

It really wouldn't show if I was holdin'

That's why no one would fight me

Bush bombed Afghanistan with the missles

And it still ain't puttin' my hash man outta business

Hieroglyphics, we feelin' stand to the finish

Full Circle on you niggaz...don't forget the bitches!

Wooo...yeah, that's what I'm talkin about!

y'all did that!

Couple y'all kicked ass

It's cool...we out!